stephanie athena valente


my memory stays in sandy highways

long summer rides on carousel horses

the space between my texts


silver scales at your shoulders

playing the tambourine

laughter on a night pier

over carbonated diet soda

my secrets in a waffle cone

your face etched in glass


i think, i never want the leaves to turn

like my breath

pink lungs pausing on a quest


don’t you think it’d be better, to dangle

our legs over the edge?

the story ends better that way.





Stephanie Athena Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her published works include Hotel Ghost, waiting for the end of the world, and Little Fang (Bottlecap Press, 2015-2019). She has work included in Reality Hands, Maudlin House, and Cosmonauts Avenue. She is the associate editor at Yes, Poetry. Sometimes, she feels human.