Poetry

Were You On the Moon

Were You On the Moon by Brynna Williams Phoenix: Fall 2018 You have to wake up sometime. That’s what I’d like to say to myself, but it’s so peaceful to sleep. Warm hands on my back, the moment I open…

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Premature Canities

Premature Canities by Alexa White Twelve months, countless little gray hairs pulled from some cave of my scalp. I’ve studied each one, twirling it white against a background out of focus. How do I hold them? Three fingers pinched? I’m…

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People Watching at Café Du Monde

People Watching at Café Du Monde by Kassidy Zartman I remember the saxophone player That stood just on the corner by Café Du Monde— His experienced black hands that skipped over the brass pearl keys And his face that swallowed…

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