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We talk about their new baby. Having our own. The
past. Your muscles tense, you breathe erratically, and I am too tired to fix your sad eyes.
"The path by the river"— Sophia McGovern
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Evenings should always be dewy, you said,
and you wore the words like vestments
that clothed your thought from me.
"Waiting for the White Trout"— Kataryna Zharkovna
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That summer taught me something I didn’t know I needed to learn: that wanting and patience can live in the same body at the same time if you’re brave enough.
"Me and Ardie"— Dale Scherfling
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& see the soul before
the color of their eyes,
embrace to say I hope
this will last
until next time,
rather than a procedural
goodbye,
how we sometimes cry
for the pain of strangers
as if we were meant to cry
for everyone.
"The Whole Point"— Brandon Shane
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Some dreams end up
stacked beside canned goods.
He had them too—
crumpled drafts,
ink pressed into the shape of wanting.
You swallowed them whole.
Now they surface—
tonsil stones,
hard, legible...
"Cardigan Folklore"— Furkan Pinar
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"I slid through some door cracks that might not have been there for her and the friend I left behind that day. I moved to the city, went to college, and made friends that uplifted me."
"The Occasionnal Tugs of a Past Life"— Gabriel Sims
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I don’t regret loving you. I regret how carefully I did it.
How I kept it contained, as if exposure would ruin it, not realizing that containment was already a kind of ruin. Love isn’t preserved by silence.
"Drafts I Never Sent"— Kumar Sen
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By now, Pamela understood that this increasingly odd date would not be about her. She should have been annoyed. Despite herself, she was drawn to Sébastien’s tales of the near-mythic woman who had been his wife.
"Memories of Hatsue"— Kenneth N. Margolin
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I will look both ways,
have hope indented around my eyes & cheeks & forehead.
Is there a way to keep eyes open all the time,
I look at my dream and my dream looks back at me
I willed the world to be and finally it bent.
"I really can't"— Christina Brannon
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I wanna be the raindrop that soaked the ground under your feet that holds you. I wanna be the raindrop that trickled into your well & awaits your call.
"I wanna be your glass of water"— Sarah Wolfe
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We were miles away from our condo in the city—a place that echoed our high-pitched voices shouting names, breaking plates and glasses, and throwing books. The floors and walls had begun to crack.
"One More Chance"— Swetha Amit
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To the happy mom, overwhelmed mom, working mom, mom gone too soon, rainbow mom, tired mom, mom to be, bonus mom, need 1 more hour mom, anxious mom, caring mom, everywhere mom, depressed mom, stay at home mom, had to be their own mom, make it happen mom...
Happy Mother's Day.
i drink to you
to those lips that only lustered
with the silliness of your half truths
to those eyes that only twinkled
with the deadness of your heart
"last toast"— @mk_kuol14
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