Zarah Durst

Phantom Cat

By Marissa Solomon

Owl eyes that never blink and heavy paws that thump forevermore down
the stairs.

By Megan WIlcox

Beyond the white stallions, where the water is a sapphire blue, I see a flash in the corner of my eye.

By Marissa Solomon

My Oma lives in New Hampshire sunsets.

Poem by Nicholas Sawyer

By Rachel Reeser

It was a beautiful day to celebrate.

By Kate Brennan

In six hours, this same sun will wash over balconies and iron tables for coffee cups, ashtrays, and croissant flakes to bake in its warmth.

Poem by Mariya Volkova