Witness By Crystal Wilkinson

missed time by Ha Jin

Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

ode to emptiness by Sally Wen Mao

Lord Henry is the 19th century Andrew Tate.

I don’t want to be the owner of your fantasy, I just want to be a part of your family

I’M GOING BACK TO MINNESOTA WHERE SADNESS MAKES SENSE

by Danez Smith

O California, don’t you know the sun is only a god if you learn to starve for him? I’m bored with the ocean I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow I know, I’m strange, too much light makes me nervous at least in this land where the trees always bear green. I know something that doesn’t die can’t be beautiful. Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California? The sun above you, the snow & stalled sea — a field of mirror all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you is light & it’s gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you & it’s so sad, you know? You’re the only warm thing for miles & the only thing that can’t shine.

sneaking onto the reservoir again by Robert Wood Lynn

"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have

love poem beginning with a yellow cab by José Olivarez

may to december by Megan Fernandes