the love and support i've seen (and received!) for this special ldr issue of @minerallitmag has been overwhelming in the best way. i love this community between finals today, i'll be tweeting out each piece with my favorite line(s) after seeing y'all's amazing liveblogs!

firstly, @ellenabasada kicked off the issue with imagistic, searing flair in her piece "a summer feeling:" https://www.minerallitmag.com/a-summer-feeling.html

yellow daisy tongues kiss me before i leave / haunted forever / a summer feeling

next, @purnimabala crafts a delicate yet devastating tempest (with immaculate formatting, if i may say so) in her poem "born again (to die):" https://www.minerallitmag.com/born-again.html 

a glimpse of peace / everything mighty turned weak / mountains broken down into men

in her piece "coda," @ryannekap lays bare grief and parting in all their tangled complexity: https://www.minerallitmag.com/coda.html 

my heart burning in the distance it won't kill me if i don't / hold it close

next is vivien song's poem "dream sequence," a tender retelling of a meeting that can only happen by night, in the recesses of sleep: https://www.minerallitmag.com/dream-sequence.html

Only our bodies, stupid & soft, or the steeples hanging / from above. Songbirds flying west into a darkening comet.

in the piece "non minoris aestimo me," @theSweetMaris offers a prescient, poignant glimpse into the psyche of we, the wanderers, who have found home at last: https://www.minerallitmag.com/non-minoris-aestimo-me.html

I have always been the oracle. / I don’t need to hold your palm, / read your love lines.

next, @petalledheart spins tales as a spirit that beguiles and blights in equal measure in her poem "heaven to you:" https://www.minerallitmag.com/heaven-to-you.html

it's easy spinning heaven / out of earth / how my mouth / makes ashes out of men

take an evening "ride" with @moonmoonmother across a world sighing itself to sleep and stardust: https://www.minerallitmag.com/ride.html 

violet sky / you and I / you and I / yeah we ride / ‘til the sun doesn’t come

in her piece "minimums," @mccaelaa muses on what once was, what could have been, and what (maybe) will be: https://www.minerallitmag.com/minimums.html 

honey/ is that true/ is infinity/ a minimum?

next, @mspicone juxtaposes the almost-divine with sharp, stinging reality in her poem "should be heaven:" https://www.minerallitmag.com/should-be-heaven.html

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air / puncturing this false bliss: learning to ballroom dance outside:

oh! who is this? i was fortunate enough to have two pieces in this issue, "neon dreamboat" and an accompanying erasure. self-promo is weird. read them if you want: https://www.minerallitmag.com/2-poems-by-isaura-ren.html

"neon pink on blueshot skin / saltsting bite of lime—"

in her poem "if this is all that's real," @rosenplant_z succumbs to the flame to be forged in its heat: https://www.minerallitmag.com/if-this-is-all-thats-real.html

If / you want me, you have to burn. This / is the way of witches.

next, @samcanliftacar blessed us with not one, not two, but THREE golden shovels of spiraling nostalgia, longing, and emotional devastation: https://www.minerallitmag.com/3-poems-by-samantha-fain.html

i can’t sing any more. a / girl like me is only a woman / when everyone else like / you removes their shoes.

in their piece "only worth living if somebody is loving you," @flameswallower ponders on past, present, and the promise of heavenly providence: https://www.minerallitmag.com/only-worth-living-if-somebody-is-loving-you.html

I won’t apologize for us, star-drunk / in parking lots, but I will say, / it could all have been better.

next, @bearsbeetspoet paints the fondest picture of young, sunkissed love in her poem "just a couple of kids:" https://www.minerallitmag.com/just-a-couple-of-kids.html

We are golden, / we are heavenly, we light up / every dead street with our smiles / and our palpable life

for her piece "a video of you, laughing," @MargoLaPierre melts our wintry frost into flowering spring: https://www.minerallitmag.com/a-video-of-you-laughing.html

The earth / pushes up handfuls of fragile violet astras / while snow snarls the edges of the yard.

in "the front of this postcard is covered in flames," @delight_monger has traversed her pain and come out on the other side, triumphant and bright: https://www.minerallitmag.com/the-front-of-this-postcard-is-covered-in-flames.html

you said Angel, let it happen. / you said Angel, be still.

(i'm a fool... i thought that was a sun emoji)