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Untitled, Benjamin Gates
He Has Brushed Away The Stone, Myles Lynn
He Has Brushed Away The Stone, Myles Lynn
The Peregrine Review
Oh, creatures, hear the trumpet sounds, He has brushed away the stone!...
Metallopoesis, Nik Lego
Metallopoesis, Nik Lego
The Peregrine Review
Pray, do not fear The baleful kiss of fire And say no elegies For the half-melted stone For as I watch you bleed You bleed…
Prayer, Ana Sakore
Prayer, Ana Sakore
The Peregrine Review
Sometimes I push my piano down the wishing well ivory tinkles slicing its Adam’s apple which convulses so three-year-old sweets are swallowed…
They Say / I Say, Abby Smoker
They Say / I Say, Abby Smoker
The Peregrine Review
a sparrow chirps there are memories in the riverbed they used to be silver treasures now i scoop them to the surface to see them clearly and they don’t even gleam—…
The Great Literary Marriage: Why All Good Readers Are Also Writers, Olivia Reardon
The Great Literary Marriage: Why All Good Readers Are Also Writers, Olivia Reardon
The Peregrine Review
I once heard a fellow English major say, “I read because I want to; I write because I have to.” In this particular instance, the student was lamenting all the papers she had to write and explaining that writing is simply the chore she must do in order to study literature, her true passion, in college...
Untitled, Becca Nicolson
...Nicked Myself Shaving Last Night, Eleanor Mund
...Nicked Myself Shaving Last Night, Eleanor Mund
The Peregrine Review
a flickering light blinks above my phone screams midnight as I prop my leg up on a plastic white shelf I didn’t want to do this tonight because I’m lazy— or defiant— or something else— who knows…
Frog, Connor Duncan
Regrets, Tiffany Oponski
Regrets, Tiffany Oponski
The Peregrine Review
I stand in a green pasture filled with wildflowers. I am surrounded by my regrets, reminding me every hour. They lurk in the form of shadows…
Cherry Blossoms, Joseph Fan
Cherry Blossoms, Joseph Fan
The Peregrine Review
Look at the beautiful cherry blossoms…
Winter’S Harvest, Benjamin Gates
Winter’S Harvest, Benjamin Gates
The Peregrine Review
Photo of crisp, snowcovered field at sunrise or sunset
Brownstown, Usa, Timothy Shea
Brownstown, Usa, Timothy Shea
The Peregrine Review
A mild October evening. Streaks of orange and blue accent the night sky and the distant rhythmic tapping of high school drums echo on the other side of town another iteration of a great American tradition— the local community parade!...
Lakeside Reflection, Benjamin Gates
Decolonize, Montika Smith
Decolonize, Montika Smith
The Peregrine Review
I wrap my fingers around my locs Favorite strands adorned with gold I tuck my masterpiece into a bonnet For the night…
The End, Lauren Mock
The End, Lauren Mock
The Peregrine Review
When they told us the news—through CNN, phone alerts, front pages of magazines, and televised messages from celebrities like Chris Evans and Emma Watson—we didn’t believe a word they said...
Solitude, Evelyn Kelly
Solitude, Evelyn Kelly
The Peregrine Review
It is time to stop living like this is an interlude in some masterpiece—just a few pages to skim— momentary instrumental bars to endure before the harmonizing begins…
Soft Hands, Alessandra Lageorge
Soft Hands, Alessandra Lageorge
The Peregrine Review
I want my daughter to have soft hands. Hands that don’t know the labor that mine are so familiar with. Hands that don’t know the repeated action that my body responded to by giving me these calluses…
Haarlem Church, Micaiah Saldaña
Lambs, Courtney Kehler
Lambs, Courtney Kehler
The Peregrine Review
If you haven’t seen a lamb pitching forward on ten-minute-old legs using all its strength to wobble in the hay, making the heroic effort to live as its mother licks placenta off its jet-black wool…
Lamentations, Anna Cheng
Lamb’S Ear, Micaiah Saldaña
Lamb’S Ear, Micaiah Saldaña
The Peregrine Review
Last summer, my boyfriend (now fiancé) took me to Hershey Gardens to see the roses. I’ve loved roses ever since I lived in a brick farmhouse with a rose garden, and upon seeing the many varieties of my favorite flower spread before me, I smiled as if meeting with old friends....
A Resolution, J.T. Crocenzi
A Resolution, J.T. Crocenzi
The Peregrine Review
I will not let the feeling go, a tether tied between two worlds, one of longing and one of gain….
Penelope’S Deception, Jolie Lloyd
Penelope’S Deception, Jolie Lloyd
The Peregrine Review
As she weaves—still unweaves— they wait with bated breath Has she reached the end—resigned? Shall we seek justice—yet?...
Forty-Four Minute Walk, Erin Goudie
Forty-Four Minute Walk, Erin Goudie
The Peregrine Review
it’s almost midnight but I’m standing alone on the shot put mound staring at mourning sky…
Babies Are All Cheese, Kara Graves
Babies Are All Cheese, Kara Graves
The Peregrine Review
Little Jerry coos in his mother’s arms, A little mozzarella ball nuzzled in a parent sandwich, He is a very plain and quiet child…
Un-Hormonal And Unknown, Sadie Mcfarland
Un-Hormonal And Unknown, Sadie Mcfarland
The Peregrine Review
Six weeks of age Hospital room So many questions, no answers So many chances Risks that need taken Doctors confused Parents not amused Six days spent in a hospital room…
Belief, William Stowman
Belief, William Stowman
The Peregrine Review
belief is knowledge that has been tucked in at night comforted reassured…
His Silent Dance With Thoughts, Connor Fleming
His Silent Dance With Thoughts, Connor Fleming
The Peregrine Review
In the hush of nothing, there, a quiet so profound, Thoughts flutter like petals, gently unbound. Questioning whispers, a mind's tender kiss, In the simplicity of silence, lies subtle bliss…
To Be Loved, To Beloved, Eleanor Mund
To Be Loved, To Beloved, Eleanor Mund
The Peregrine Review
your hands, soft and gentle as a careful creator’s smooth my frizzed curls from out of my glassy, unfocused eyes and your fingers, like the delicate brush of a demiurge trace the tracks of mascara down my cheeks without paying mind to the pools of ink forming under your nailbeds...