How do our possessions and possessives seek to possess us? Janice Sim explores the layered ways hunger is understood.

This poem explores hunger in its different forms: hunger for food, love, and experiencing life to the fullest.

A poem written while the writer coming to terms with the death of the only person who has ever and probably will ever love him for who he is

This is about a specific person, but it's also not, because we all straggled drifters, our holy grail just looks different.

The Carer is a poem by Robert Frede Kenter responding to the idea of 'sacrifice'. It features in Erato Magazine's Issue II: Sacrifice

'For What It's Worth' by Tyler Jones examines the theme of 'Sacrifice'

by Ariane Lauren Not considering consoling me on the sofa, you sit shaken, slumped at your desk. Cradling your head, mumbling, informing...

'Eve Climbs Inside Adam to Know the Truth of Things' is a poem by Alorah Welti.

'Venus Cannot FLy, She's Trapped' is a poem by Charlie Bowden.

'October' deals with sacrifice in terms of grief, loss of a loved one, innocence, and life. Written by Phillips in memory of Dave Pierce.

"This poem explores the little things we sacrifice to please or impress the people we are intimate with, to the detriment of ourselves."

"in the grip of bleach cream hands, i let my head sink into my father's waist. the sinews of my neck splinter under the squeeze of gravity"

"Iphigenia" by Andrea Gerada speaks to the penance daughters pay under angry fathers.

my eardrums pop and explode at the sound of fireworks crackling in the night sky, black canvas with inky white stars that pulse with light

"These thoughts came together when I encountered the paper dragons. They seemed like a much better use of paper than the poems I was writing

my friend writes snow falling into photographs my friend writes ‘the death of Walter Benjamin’

This poem came out of an encounter, a walk with a near-stranger by the Willamette River.

'Your body slipping between waves reminds me of absence between years and how it dips with force pushing, pulling back and forth'

'To suffer your stigmata at the kitchen sink is to know you.'

If I could begin again l'd abstain from prodding the hourglass, and addle the ache to gutter the sand faster.