Category: poetry
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I Write To Tell You
by Salam Wosu I write to tell you that my bones are made of contention And my skin black with discord I write to tell you that I come from the dust And I am situated between desires that threaten to break or mould me I write to tell you how I yearn to learn…
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Of Dreams and Eulogy
by Nisarga Sinha Ours is a Winter love story.My messy bun,your midnight laughterandstars.I have been visitingthe stars on my terraceof late.Andthe Nebulaerupting from the dead lilacs.The heavy tinge of forgetfulnessrunning through my veinsand the evening street.Yesterday,I saw J. Alfred. Prufrockand the unfinished poemof Eliot’s oblivion,laughing together, singing what they could have been,andGoing to Bob Dylanto…
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Pop Rocks Like Delicate Stars
by Mateo Lara Splintering from under the hot water worry sizzling off the tongue Pulsed and popped vessel of iron, swelling crimson Packet of rawness, light burst A sinew of purified perfection Imperfection of the body Holy Spirit vomited up, after-birth A womb cut open for a queer boy Unhappy mother Unpraised sun Ungodly mouth…
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Unreachable
by Paul Robert Mullen the continents have become small strides i have trembled upon peaks breathed the darkness of lairs untouched witnessed the peace of dawn skimming dampness off the clouds with wings bound for something / somewhere pierced the hum and haze of a thousand cities with hardened feet and softened mind i have…
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Portrait of Wasps
by Mateo Lara we are not saved, trapped in the nest cradling arms, us, crawling with rage, twitching alive tucked together, neatly in rows, made into a bed. our buzzing was no warning it was a reminder that building community would find you blistering and needing reminders of safety, poking your gut hazily flapping translucent,…
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The Church Bells
by Chris Graves the church bells, temple bells, dinner bells, and funeral bells all sermon the wind, river psalm the cracked clavicle and clarinet of voice never networking. the world follows the drip drip drip of stars, dreams into porous pull, and iconic phases of the clanging moon. the moon dangles its light into the…
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Just Not Now
by Kristen Dunn There will be a time and place for me But I guess it is just not now The thread is unraveling And I don’t really know how Life is always moving We are dictated by the sun I remember when he met me But I didn’t know he would be the one…
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Resolve
by Kristen Dunn Feeling some type of calm even though my body aches I like the way I’ve lived I do not see any mistakes people are destructive Emotions more intense than my own sometimes it gets the best of them sometimes their true colors are shown a call out to end the conflict a…
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A Banal Provocation But With A Flavor of Ripe Pears
by Kristina Krumova with it you can write a poem on my belly and if you don’t like it you can wipe it off with your hand with a dress a sheet or you can leave it to drip down slowly until the words lose their meaning You can leave it to dry up there…
Dream Noir 