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Peace in the Valley by Kate Schapira

Who lives in the valley? Whoever is there at the time. It’s because it is a place that we can be there, and we owe our facts to this, if not our natures.

Poems by Chandler Lewis

You’ve seen children hold mirrors / to mirrors, trying to find the end of it – / and want to tell them, there is no end /except the eye’s weakness to see

A New Life Begins by David Winter

Before that, he had never hit a woman. Before that, he found her on a corner which both of them had frequented, where they had first met one another, and where he had never imagined seeing her so naked.

Because of the Wind by Anna Yin

We take a walk and go further / down another block / until we meet a pomegranate tree.

Haikus by Nick Feder

and in the springtime / what did the storms wash ashore? / mayflowers, pilgrims

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Untitled works by Ryan Baker Green

Untitled mixed media by Ryan Baker Green.

The Cub by Liz Wachtler

We met at a party. One of those perfect nights, keg-fueled and warm. It was the end of the school year, Junior year of college, and-- whatever. That part isn't interesting, because it happens to everyone, all the time. Meeting someone, and talking, and laughing, and exchanging phone numbers, and kissing (urgently, I have to go! My ride is waiting! Call me!). Oh, Elsa, with your soft hair and wide shoulders, and your voice like sandpaper, low and grainy. Elsa, with your hand on my neck, below my ear. Call me, Elsa. Let's go on dates. Let's hold hands in movie theaters, and drink cheap beer together, because we can, because we want to. Let's be young and frivolous together. Let's spend the summer naked together. Be my girl.

1800 feet of us by James Walton

My wall relief work is inspired by anthropomorphism as used in traditional stories and fables, often depicting relationships such as the hunted and the chased. Made life size by wrapping, usually hundreds of feet of brass wire around and between nails in a wall until their forms are made.

The Retainer III (Regret I) by Ellie Horowitz

The beat of occurrence takes place / in the ‘rain falls a million syllables.’

Orpheus’ Draining Head by Rickey Laurentiis

Orpheus in hell is Orpheus alive, / his pride still much wider / than the god’s

Asides

• "When the storm is over and night falls and the moon is out in all its glory and all you're left with is the rhythm of the sea, of the waves, you know what God intended for the human race, you know what paradise is." #
• “Paradise can be found on the back of horses, in books and between the breasts of women.” #
• "In paradise every / the desert wind is rising / third thought / in hell there are no thoughts / is of earth" #
• "Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise." #
• "All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in." #