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Poetry

Protesters march near a cardboard sign that says "Migration is an act of courage" surrounded by monarch butterflies.

Winter

Naomi Green -
Winter is cold and heartlessIt attacks us allAnd cares not for who is hurtWith winter comes ice Ice creeps up through the shadowsAs we try...
A crystal Jewish star hangs in a lit window, refracting the natural light.

Standing

Ashley Kaufman -
The shades of hope in our hearts whisper that we’re still here.
A city bus seen through a pane of glass covered in raindrops. The image is blurry.

Uber Ride Reflections (Why I’m Wearing a Boot)

Anna Schwartz -
I have so much to thank my body for, and so many reasons to resent her.
A pair of brown leather sandals, stained with wear, sit atop a wooden crate filled with antique objects.

Shoes (circa 1940)

Rachel Kauffman -
I can survive another mile. Her feet must have ached too.
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
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