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The Mother - Emma DiValentino
Sometimes, I want to think
of The Mother as the body
and the earth that holds
every living creature...
Disconnected Inheritance - Kit-Xgwelemc Kennedy
every man has pieces stripped
away by his father
from the first moment of his life.
so he walks around lonely...
collegecollegecollegecollegecollege - Abby Maxwell
It was the Minnesota fall by which my calmness came, and I was beginning to wonder if I was entirely as anxious as everyone had told me I was, or if they had all been playing an ironic joke on me. I read Didion in the airport and threw out my earl gray...
Beautiful Machine - Nia Watson
lately, i
i’m having a hard time being present
my own presence
feels like too much like...
fruits of your labor - Niya Renne
you must have a hunger,
clutch life in your hands
sink your teeth in, be sure to savor
let it drip from your lips, down your chin...
Bite - Elisha Thompson
Right into my brain
Bring out my tissue with your teeth
Make me see what’s driving me mad.
Don’t be scared…
Sometimes I Look for the Stars and Feel the Rain - Tara Hollander
I don’t carry an umbrella,
but I take shelter from the storm
under striped fabric awnings
and broad browning oak leaves...
The Forest of Conifers - Anthony Brown
Figures lurking in Conifers on one side
trees stumbling out of their way in another.
Just as I pondered to myself if and what
could happen if the Conifers started talking...
WEDNESDAY, 2:00, PHYSICAL THERAPY: BETWEEN EXERCISES, BOBBLE YOUR HEAD - Sue Burton
I bobble and bobble. Like St. Christopher on my dash thirty years ago. The old rusted Mercury Capri. Journey or destination? The demoted saint. Key stuck in the ignition. My head feels ridiculous. Chin down, ears back. But my poor dear spine is straining to see...
Blinded, By Substance - Anthony Brown
It makes us feel so hollow.
We love, one another.
Who could wake up, for tomorrow?
To swim, you have to swallow...
Adrift - Felix Flax
Writing warps the world around me.
Nothing is real, has ever been real,
but words create worlds and perception.
Someone will have to see me if I keep writing, right?...
where's my platonic soulmate? - Niya Renne
hey God it's me again
longing for a connection so deep
i wonder if you made them just for me
i’m holding these hands together tighter so that you...
Women in November - Tara Hollander
I’ve been thinking about salt that
can illuminate a house
I’ve been thinking about how
the greatest scientists
Haven’t gotten a hold of its simplest properties...
Childhood Fears - Isabella Bickenbach
just as i thought i lost the wolf,
i see a glimpse of his bushy tail
peeking out from behind a bush.
eerie yellow eyes oozing out from
his sockets...
Visitation Haibun - Kurdarius Keyes
Today, you barefoot the path to a place you’ve always known. You taste the ghosts of tea leaves as you head east through the glimmering meadow...
Do not let me fool you: I am not brave - Shayana Foroutan
I am pride in the shape of a woman,
a small teardrop rolling down the cheeks of every person I’ve ever hurt just to remind you I am capable of it...
Masks - Lauren Folk
Earth belched her billionaires into the atmosphere
while I chose a mask for the day
and wondered whether I should switch
to a vegetarian diet for the environment...
Hex Codes - Chloe Dorf
When we found a way to capture color, did we think of what it would do?
Did we pause, poured above a completion of numbers and letters and sound, to relish the newness of reduction? Did we consider, for the briefest, the quickest, the most passing of moments...
Lost (Imaginary Homelands) - Nida Fazili
I only understand my native tongue
when my parents speak it.
My relatives look to me expectantly
Sometimes, words return to me...
The Printer and My Thoughts - Emma Austin
Sometimes when the printer runs out of ink
and it’s dry on my fingers like smoke from a fire
I coax it in my palm, feel the ember of a darkness
brewing like the thoughts that come into my mind...
Dionysus in the Women's Bathroom - Emma DiValentino
God of vomiting in the street
God of knotted hair
God of lines in the bathroom
God of “I need to leave him.”...
Found: A Box of Polaroids Buried in Your Mother’s Closet - Emma DiValentino
light shines through a studio in Brooklyn:
your mother poses at the doors of a Roman church in sunglasses and a miniskirt.
the land is empty around a farmhouse...
Human in Training - Liza Rose
because i experience earth in a body,
i know that nettles and honeybees sting—
learned it myself, despite those who came before me;
i am alone in this body...
OSTRICH LOCATES ZHUANG ZHOU - Sue Burton
Sometimes Ostrich wonders if she’s really an ostrich. Or if she was dreamed up. By somebody who doesn’t know about ostriches. Who doesn’t get the birdness of ostriches—or the grief, the tiny unflyable wings...
Soot - Rylee Henry
Suffocated sweetly
Wrapped tightly, pulled and tugged
She smells of incense smoke
Or is it burning bugs...
Excellent... & Black - Michelle Uviegahra
As a child I remember the excellent stickers I received
When I saw one on my paper how joy came like flickers indeed
But with age stickers changed
Now awards with my name and…
nicotine chic - Rebecca Panos
The dart on the sidewalk smoke spilling orange embers glowing I circle the block.
why are you still here?...
Lettersfrom Vancouver Island - Kit-Xgwelemc Kennedy
Dear Coyote,
I have dreamt of you again.
I brush my hand against your fur
it is so thick, when my fingers dive
into your pelt I am lost...
These panics constantly run through my mind, with no control - Anthony Brown
Run.
Just run.
There’s no
turning back...
Weak - Elisha Thompson
That is my blight, the undoubted villain of myself
I have bound myself to the open jaws of the wolf
Expecting my actions to bathe it in flame
I expect too much from an unlit forge...
Plain - Ewan Seymour
The hotels inhale you in,
The Earth drinks you up.
From raw triumph, you are still the same
And you’re with me now...
Antelope on Pilgrimage - Brad Aaron Modlin
Once you say yes, each object you trod becomes a sign—
the thorn bloodying your hoof yet also the shallow
stream cleansing it. Keep going. This is not the autumn
to use the word accident. Instead, tell yourself nothing...
Lacuna - Liza Rose
of my life— what is it? what am i
missing? not love, i’m still
empty with it— the hollows
between my ribs perfect...
The Primordials Resurfacing - Diana Valeria
Step beyond expectation,
that which terminates the bloom
and cuts the harvest short.
Wander into the overgrowth...
Woman with Bangs - Cayenne Bradley
I'm slumped in front of a blue wall that is empty except for my shadow, wrapped in a bulky shawl, face bathed in dull green light. Black bangs cut jagged, too short, the only name I'll ever have. My eyes are drooping and lightless, my mouth a crooked smear, too resigned to be a scowl...
Sea Change - Lauren Folk
The screen shifts and mutates,
revealing nothing to me, the owner
of this vastness, a bizarre
internal landscape...
Who Let an Eight Year Old in the Club - Shayana Foroutan
Freedom:
let it be tactile
like this fake I.D.
and these warm, heavy bodies moving...
Construction - Isabella Bickenbach
i pour cement packets into
the ground & the chalky p o w d e r
c i r c u l a t e s in the air like eyelashes...
SAND AND OSTRICH’S FRIEND ANNE, WHO TEACHES PRESCHOOLERS IN VERMONT, IS TRAVELING TO FLORIDA WITH A DINOSAUR DOLL NAMED DINO & SENDING SELFIES OF THEIR ADVENTURES TO THE KIDS BACK HOME - Sue Burton
I want an Ostrich doll, Ostrich says.
I don’t think there are any Ostrich dolls, Sand says.
Why not? Ostrich says.
I just don’t think there are any, Sand says. You need a story. Like
Dino’s meteor...
HYDROGEN PEROXIDE KILLS BLACK WOMEN! NOT CLICKBAIT!!! - Nia Watson
My mom re-dyes her hair whenever she starts a new job, or has a fight with her mother.
It’s always chestnut, mahogany, auburn,
(fancy words for deep, reddish-brown)
Chaka Khan-Red...
Hunger - Lauren Folk
Do you long for the homes of others?
For kitchens with cabinets full
of collectible plastic cereal bowls
and chipped glasses from cartoons...
origins of gentleness - Niya Renee
simple statements morphed into accusations
pointed fingers
volumes meant for outdoors only
not a clue what caused it...
Behind the Ears - Elisha Thompson
The half-assed stage is set
The instruments tuned to the manic machines frequency
The bleachers are empty
The crowd is nowhere to be found in a place past consciousness...
Mirror of Lost Desire - Jaleesa Spears
What’s my purpose in life?
As I look in the mirror, I ask myself
what my purpose is in life.
I still get nothing...
Budding - Emma Austin
Been in the dark
been in the tree
by the bark
in the leaves lying down...
At the Park - Liza Rose
there was a sound all around like breathing–
no, not breathing something after the wild
breath of wind through green green leaves the
trees’ susurration sounded like something...
"Give it to God and Move On" - Ellen Adell McMahon
Does God WANT this shit?
What is left for me to give?
Friendship sacrificed
to honest intentions...
Dreams are meant to be crushed - Anthony Brown
Meant to be a writer, shaped to be another dissociative entity.
Everyone wants to be a millionaire but who has those connections...
I Asked My Mother Not to Read This - Tara Hollander
not because of the clogged duct pain
I have squeezed from my chest,
but in worry that this mirror might shatter
into spider web threads of self...
i have not been entirely truthful, but allow me to start right now - Shayana Foroutan
i have an essay to write. i miss the sweetness of life that only shows itself when i have forgotten my own name.
i promise i used to know how to dance...
April Fifth - Nia Watson
This morning I
woke up in a daze
went to work and didn’t work
lost my sweater in the laundromat...
Now the Title of This Poem Must Be Amazing - Shayana Foroutan
It’s just dreadful, the first day of a
new poetry class,
but nothing is quite like Advanced Poetry, and “You’ve all done this before, I’m sure.”...
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