Jeremy Trager

“I’ve done everything but sit on the porch.”

Jeremy Trager

In these photos, I tried to capture the essence of that arc in silent moments—the traces of life left behind in empty places.

Anahi Molina

“I would be calm all the time, if I could just see that hill, get to the river in a few steps.”

Schroeder Barteaux

A sudden eruption dislodges a parasite from its host, but for how long?

Brooke Etheridge

Sometimes doing as little as possible is all you can do.

Clarise Quintero

With Mardi Gras over and the second lines on hold, New Orleans marches on in defense of Black life.

Christy Lorio

All she wanted was a nice summer.

Jessie Caitlin Bullard

“i listen to the soft murmurs of john prine sing to me about summer's end while my love's controller-clamor and upstairs-laughter flows to the rhythm of sad guitar.”

Ken Carlson

I like it when it rains; like my mom used to say, it makes the flowers grow.

Anindita Sarkar

“My diary bleeds with insecurities.”

Claudia Summers

“This is not the first plague I’ve lived through.“

Jordan Starck

Now when I close my eyes in the absolute darkness there’s contagion waiting for me, reminding me of those times when I fell out the world before.

Faith Brown

On movements to raise the dead, then and now.

Jasmyn Stokes

“Every time I see a cop, I feel the need to throw my hands up.”

Itua Uduebo

They say enough drops fill the well
Watery graves fill the slowest

Gabriel Noel

“That anger says that it will always be Monday, that the pattern I’m seeing will repeat in perpetuity, that there is nothing to be done but to smash everything in the house and be tied to a chestnut tree.”

Kay Bell

I pray your America won’t be whitewashed in self-hatred
and your dreams more than clichéd metaphors

I also pray I haven’t disappointed you

Sage Ravenwood

BINGHAMTON, NY: Early in the morning on June 1, 2020, someone set fire to the OurSpace Playground in Recreation Park.

We have decided to reserve this week for anyone who wishes to use our site as an avenue of expression or a way to process their understanding of the tragedy with which we are all wrestling.

Elexis Trinity

“The helicopters overhead have syncopated with the birds, but all I can hear is the music of my community peacefully chanting:

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I (still) can’t breathe.”