Julietta Bekker / At bedtime, you pull orange curtains close / around your head. Sun hair mom, the only / nickname I’ll ever love.
Julietta Bekker / Fear kisses me awake. The panic of other / bodies, suddenly exposed,
Sofia Abbas / flushed homesick for Whimsy of that I forage while grazing / loose limbs through meadow, where I tug each blade to wed
Bart Edelman / I’ll get the hang of it soon. / Learn a trade well enough / To support me through
Bailey Quinn / Zinnias, proud and full. / Tender spine pressed flat, / leather scrunched and / well-loved,
Emilie Mendoza / when the asphalt is more water / than stone. I know rain / more than I know language.
Noralee Zwick / I count my lifetime in eggs. Today we eat three / for breakfast and move like wind.