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Poetry

A blurry scene of a city at night. Buildings glow in the darkness.

Static

Abigail Handsman -
My thoughts drone on, never ceasing—metronomes piled upon each other, none keeping the same tempo.
A ballerina's pointed feet are shown in a black and white image.

A Poem For Ashlee

Erin Klein -
Look to the girls who dance around you; their minds are as strong as their ankles on pointe.
Black and white photo of two girls lying on the grass, laughing.

First in Thought, Last in Deed

Jemima Schoen -
You spend ages planning—then scrapping—how you’ll confess it.
A young woman lying in the grass, smelling a yellow flower

Being a Woman

Tatum Zola -
This unmistakable part of my identity is the thing that brings me the most joy. 
A tattered Israeli flag flies on a post against a pale blue sky.

Over the Atlantic

Anna Schwartz -
My sister is in a bomb shelter / And it rains over the Atlantic.
A long pier stretches out into a gray-blue lake. It doesn't quite reach the opposite shore.

Connection

Marisa Martignon -
I don't know how to explain that I am here, but I am not.
Two white flowers stand alone against blurry background.

Dormant

Avah Montgomery -
But now, I stand here, no longer the girl I once was.
A shiny-haired girl looks out a window with her hand pressed on it.

Beneath the Floorboards

Tatum Zola -
The sound of iron footsteps reverberated from the floorboards
A slightly blurry scene of a well-lit, beige walled, underground station.

Monsters Who Live Up the Street

Shayna Gainsburg -
Today’s youth grow up in a glowSo bright we sometimes feel drawn to the buzz of computers and phonesIn the age of tomorrow yesterday becomesBut...
A bright rainbow over a building and tree

Colors of the Flag

Aerin Levine -
like oil and vinegar our colors divided / the pain of our peoples leaving us blindsided
Two young girls ride a green four-wheeler over a boardwalk

Where I’m From

Abby Kaye -
After "Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon I am from markers and scissors, used on walls and children’s hair I am from the step into the living...
A cluster of white flowers and green leaves.

A Remembrance

Eliza Oppenheimer -
She cried over old photos / And prayed to turn back time
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