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Plastic flowers: A poem

By Olivia Staser

I like flowers and sunshine and sweet satin dresses, I like blue skies and ocean tides and the seashore it blesses. Poetics of summertime fill sweet in my chest Of hilltops and valleys and blooms which they dressed, And I’m wondering now if these words do sound Like a collection
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City of stars: A poem

By Madelyn Peterson

The city of stars shines for no one.   It is not the place for you to chase your dreams, nor is it the place your dreams go to die. It is not your saving grace, but it is also not the cause of your downfall.   The people of
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Space: A poem

By Benson Yi

dear you i have escaped the gravity of our world the thrusters are no longer firing i depend on the word of other men who linger in dark rooms twirling pencils atop arcane calculations watching my ship ascend to the stars   there is no seattle in space vacant skies
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Kiwi’s big adventure: A poem

By Kristen Hull

     I am Kiwi, and I love the way I roll.  You think I’m a silent runner and droll. Yeah, the box robot made for tater tots. Your tiny food delivery.     But I am Kiwi! The corgis have nothing on me. I stop you in your tracks, and you
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At home: A poem

By Katrina Fadrilan

The familiar comfort lingers, amid the throng of foreign faces, the flood of strangeness. So during lonely days, I bring old intimacies in a haze. Oh, I can sense Mom’s supple hand, smell the citrus of the Camry, harken the hum of the city, the tickled taste of cherries or
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