I yearn for every past minute
of your joy
— Henry McClure, "Pandaemonium"
I think of whiskey and pipe smoke
soaked walls and ink stained skin
your fingerprints can be found
in every draft that leaves my hands..
— Sebastian Richard, "Elegy of a Writer"
Keep him the body of a man
spirit only in his hands
empty-eyed, making bets
with the night.
— Dia Torres, "Salt House"

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Jay said that it was for the best, that Tess and Darcy didn’t understand what it meant to be family.
— Victor Simon, "Model Homes"
As my eyes flutter shut and my voice, brittle and broken, is lost among misplaced ambitions.
— Fiona Okumu, "Ambition"
But they don’t only shine at each other.
They also shine at us
Knowing that people
Can shine back too.
— Jennifer Ackley, "What are Stars?"
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