Poetry

Last Time

Last Time By Edwin Chamba Oh I’m so lonely Since my soulmate Abandoned me So much for holy matrimony All I got is this bottle Sweetest sip of formaldehyde All I can remember is Our first time

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The Flood

The Flood By Danielle Bennett   I spend a great deal of time Preparing for what’s to come What words will work What to say without actually Saying it when it comes time to be said   Saying anything That will get me further away from the truth The only thing I say,   Is …

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The Red Estate

The Red Estate By Alexandria Drouin   Feeling good starts with not answering the door that cracks and creeks Its light is bright almost gone   If all the laundry is soiled It must be right where we left it Rise delusion rise, Rise illusion rise, Rise from our knees to my feet and keep …

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Transcend

Transcend By Samantha Lynch   The ripples of the plains grass danced in breezes of sunlight, Rich ambrosial earth under their feet. Darkness in the form of clouds rolled throughout The heavens above hungry and relentless Waves of salt and vast ferocity crashed over the plain edge. The northern storm brewing by the hands of …

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Frostbite

Frostbite By Keegan Eller   As the dark moon Comes all too soon. Shielding the sun Winter has begun.   Her mind is ice, Frozen in time. Yet it does slice Due to mistime.   The wind it blows As if it knows All her secrets. Nights are sleepless.   The words spring from lips …

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Snow Peaked

Snow Peaked By Samantha Lynch   Grey smoke from his lips dances over the profile of his face The same way cold blue clouds roll across the curves of mountains. The slope of his face raises and falls under those clouds.   Empty and lonesome, is life even up there? Branches claw at the sky, …

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I, the Explosion

I, the Explosion By Emily Grochowski   I, the explosion disintegrate to particles, Fractured glass en masse by newspaper articles, Forgotten prints, déjà vu of Kristallnacht reenacted This is creation; do not despair I am abstracted.   Omit the guillotine for my executioner; this was an act of Lucifer, The cataclysmic vein instilled by propaganda …

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Head to Bed

Head to Bed By Alexandria Drouin   I don’t work All my friends are gone I won’t let these be my tapping shoes I lay my clothes flat on the line This isn’t where I was born   I listen to the owl’s hoot The trees dressings have fallen ill I call out for my …

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Hereditary

Hereditary By Scarlet Phoenix Rise   I watched my father crumble as he hit a bottle of gin, And in the morning he woke with a heart too soft and a frown on his chin. He said that he couldn’t take it; that pain that was driving him mad, And so then, I couldn’t take …

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Libraquarius

Libraquarius: A Poetic Story By Scarlet Phoenix Rise   It was raining outside So I ran out in my shorts, The warm Air Keeping me afloat. I ran past the bark Mulch And the rivers of mud, Trotting along Unafraid of The lack of sun Through the alleys I went, Past the old meadow brook, …

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Fragments (Fingers Poem)

Fragments (Fingers Poem) By Emily Grochowski   Fragmented are fingers But fragmented I linger, As memories disintegrate to dust and all hath withered away, Ought this mind have been purgatoried since my doom of bubonic plague Yet I am immune; envision phantom fingers through a hand quite maimed:   Mimicking A deconstructed pentagram, each line …

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Vieil homme hiver

Vieil homme hiver By Sam Sweikata   You called for me to come outside Where it was cold on my skin, But I knew that you would make it Worth my while if I did.   I agreed and took towards the Brisk starlit sky. Down a mountain Across the sea, I met you under …

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Astroanatomy

Astroanatomy By Sam Sweikata   She sits, staring into tomorrow as the sun Dips into the horizon. Salt water dances on her toes And she knows that no matter how long she Stares that nobody cares enough to ask About how fast she comes or goes.   With the wind, it arrives like a kiss …

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Birkenau Structured

Birkenau Structured By Emily Grochowski   Lachrymose is death Bereft of Zyklon B, Famined anomaly Of bygone withered breaths. Recede ebbing pause, Pro-death since its collapse, A Birkenau relapse Of infested gauze. Electric screams of fence, Hail executioner! Departed revolutioner Of being’s pretense. Mangled infant howling, Blinding vapors strange, Eternally deranged This helpless foundling. Upon …

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Jericho

Jericho By Sam Sweikata   You have shown me a world that exists Within our own existence. To the naked eye, nothing looks out of place. If I look hard enough sometimes I can see The pieces of the stars that have fallen.   You took the hand of a blind being And led them …

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Advantages of Being a Woman Artist and Not Publishing

Advantages of Being a Woman Artist and Not Publishing Inspired by Guerrilla Girls’ “conscience of the art world” By A. T. Halaby   “working without the pressure of success” not having to sit for your artist photo being left out of history books living without the fear of someone going through your stuff when you …

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non-sonnet one

non-sonnet one By A. T. Halaby   I say, my certain love, I may have Mistook you for destiny By force of my heart, the disaster of Storms weathering away my sight! Anxious belly thinking about kissing Pulsing in all of the moments in-between. The handsome redness of your hair Excitement in your voice And …

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Barriers

Barriers By Keegan Eller   There’s a wall in front of me Blocking all that I can see Cruelty, as I only observe Maybe it’s what I deserve.   I fear that I’ve become blind For I cannot seem to find That which I desperately seek As it all seems so very bleak.   Hard …

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Chakras

Chakras By Sam Sweikata Sit Up and Be still. Let the sun Be the crown that sits Atop your head. Use Your eyes to look Inside yourself.  Open your Mouth And speak a Higher truth. Speak Of love and healing With a power from within. Look to the past for the strength Of a Thousand …

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Dyad

Dyad By Sam Sweikata   You are the sunrise. The daylight that breaks Over the horizon, Dancing into tomorrow.   You are the moon. Lighting the path Of the less traveled, A force of mystery.   You are the push of the Sand against the ocean. The sails of a ship Racing to the coast. …

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Hiding Places

Hiding Places By Danielle Bennett   Around 10, I check my body cavity for potential hiding places. I see the space other girls take up, I wonder how they became so good at folding into themselves to minimize surface area. I learn sucking in the stomach is a useful tactic.   Around 20, I have …

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Nose Bleed

Nose Bleed By Alexandria Drouin   Deep breaths of near rasps provided fables Of gas, dust, and those lion plants I danced around in a restless trance; Water wheels and jazz bands   In the mirrors reflection dozed with those long candles and pianos I held on to my empty ghost high up on my …

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Symptoms

Symptoms By Danielle Bennett   She is alone and stirring I lock myself away Just like her I know better than to let it boil But I’m always getting burned Trying to suffocate dangerous flames She is trying to make phone calls without a phone Asks me to help her dial the number I say …

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What If?

What If? By Keegan Eller   What if changes nothing What if doesn’t make things better It could be argued that it makes them worse But what if it didn’t?   What if gets us nowhere What if takes us elsewhere Somewhere we’re not supposed to go But what if it didn’t?   What if …

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Caution

Caution By Danielle Bennett   She is all bite Waiting for the perfect moment to lock Her jaw down on your hasty words She will swallow them But only enough To keep them lodged in her esophagus She will spit them out on command And look at your feet Ask why you’re not cleaning up …

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Rain Poem: For Lowell, MA

RAIN POEM For Lowell, MA By A. T. Halaby   Rain I have spoken of you many times And suppose I may be distracted by How I feel completely still and stopped And without breath to beg to cough   Interrupt your motions Your many multiplying sounds If I am to bare my chest You …

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The Sunflowers

The Sunflowers By Samantha Lynch   Position yourself on the oak, wooden floor. Feel your toes wiggle within your soft, white socks. Here, sits a small life with you, ready to explore Delicate notes fill the air from the music box See the orange sunset streaming in Come, let us begin.   To start, remove …

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the keepers and the kept

the keepers and the kept By Danielle Bennett   The keepers and the kept all dwell underneath the same concrete structure America, decides profits are more worthy than humans So they allow for political bribery Profit from keeping the people down And cuffed then shoved behind steel bars America, strategic in it’s money making Set …

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Untitled

Untitled By Michael Kaminski   I knew a mortician’s daughter, powder-white Raven Graves. With skin hail cold, plots she sold… Yikes, my custard-rich soul she craved!

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Aewyna

Aewyna By Erica Coakley   The wind is the wind, The earth is the earth, A bird is a bird, The ocean is the ocean. The lake was to be nothing but a lake.   She was expected to be bright, And so she tried. As darkened clouds slunk through the sky, She clung to …

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To My New Students, a Plea

To My New Students, a Plea By Tim Bleecker   When I picture myself I’m at my best, hair cut a fortnight ago, skin flaws hidden by one day’s stubble and lit by a warm, diffused glow . . . never in fluorescent light looking sallow. I’d appreciate you doing the same for me. In …

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Super Nintendo

Super Nintendo By Zack Smith   The rough patches of my fingers pick up the remote, resting smooth edges on heavily fictional surfaces, lining up with old wounds and new sores.   Wires dangle over toes, pulling in three directions as the lights amble through the color palate, leading eyes to scenery.   Caps and …

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doing stuff

doing stuff By Tasty Steve   This is the least comfortable chair I’ve sat in. Yesterday it was fine. But now I’m doing this. So it’s not comfortable anymore. Nothing is comfortable right now. I want to stop. But I’ve started. This is the hardest part, right? Starting? That’s what I’ve told myself. I think …

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Women

Women By Erik Phillip Lindsay   Life’s one true obsession, your infinite mysteries forever continuing to explore, Sins of the flesh shared all cherished while causing endless lusting for more. Lessons learned from the foremost teacher of love causing enlightening of the soul, Loss of each one causing heartbreak while hoping for another to soon …

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The Room is Too Loud

The Room is Too Loud By Samantha Lynch   It smells like old ladies in here, Lilac, lavender, moth balls Old perfume that would only be worn on special occasions That has not been actively worn since 1968.   Sorry Please Excuse me Stop Good morning Talking Thank you Please   1       2      3      4     …

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Melissa

Melissa By Erik Phillip Lindsay   At first, gaze transfixed by enchanting island beauty of perfections exotic mix, The pursuit of intoxicating allure immediately undertaken sans bag of usual tricks. The touch of dark silken skin upon mine a divine memory never to be lost, Insatiable desire to hold you breathlessly beneath me never seeming …

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Self-Portrait in Progress

Self-Portrait in Progress By Jacob Senghas   Exhaustion was an old friend; Thousands of mutual moments over a midnight kiln Made them as lovers, their embrace personal, Serene. Hardship held close, welcomed Into her bones, not a humbled harbinger, A triumphant town crier, telling Of the harvest festival; The dirt-scratchers return, Laden with sustenance.   …

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Return to Nature

Return to Nature By Jacob Senghas   A million pleasantries, like fog, spill forth. I understand, but still my sight, obscured. So, blurry lines divide the price from worth; My inability to think, ensured.   “I’m standing where modernity recedes, The traffic fading out to distant waves, The beauty of this woodland grove impedes My …

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Proud Liability

Proud Liability By L.Deepwater   Every time I have a panic attack I ask the question: Do I talk to someone? Do I dare ask for help and in the process open myself up for harm? Do I dare bother them with the wasteful banter that I use to hide my insecurities? So I stay …

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I am a Shadow

I am a Shadow By L.Deepwater   I am a shadow I watch I learn I mimic I am a shadow I chase I follow I dance in the sun’s glowing rays I am a shadow A silent, better you

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Why?

Why? By Eli Miller   When future generations ask us, “How did you stop the bloodshed?” I will not be the one to say, “You have to.”   No child should have to fear Others. After so Much death, we must ask Ourselves, when will it end? Are we Ready to make a difference? It’s …

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Toilet Troubles

Toilet Troubles By Keegan Eller   It was a Thursday The walls were grey Why must I wait For so long – hey   The door opened And she walked out Her eyes frightened I saw her pout   Our eyes met Briefly but yet Was a moment shared For anyone who cares   She …

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Emotionless Emotions

Emotionless Emotions By Keegan Eller   Lonely, not alone. Smile, no cheer. Homeless, at home. Sad, no tears.   Trapped yet free. Rich but poor. Has everything, Wants more.   Hurt but strong. Alcohol, not drunk. High, no bong. Drowning, not sunk.   Hooked on, no drugs. Smart, but stupid. Suffocating, on hugs. Love, no …

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Life’s Contradictions

Life’s Contradictions By Keegan Eller   I took the guitar without even knowing how to play. I carried an umbrella though it was bright as day. I climbed Mount. Everest when I was afraid of heights. I work the late shift though I am weary of the nights.   I learned to surf without even …

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The Heart of a Teacher

The Heart of a Teacher By Carla Duran   The child arrives like a mystery box … with puzzle pieces inside Some of the pieces are broken or sometimes missing And others just seem to hide   But the Heart of a teacher can sort them out … and help the child to see The …

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Untitled

Untitled By Charlotte Koch   Fragments are taken from me One at a time They slip away, like lost lovers Lost moments of clarity Fading light of a dying sun And I cry small rivers Hoping to collect them And make them an ocean So all my fragments may drift On their tributaries, Lost little …

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Stitches

Stitches By Samantha Pirog   Will my eldest brother die?   Poison drips steadily into my heart.   “Do you want us to call you if he dies?”   My other brother, Luke, aims his acid. Striking me down and snapping my sanity.   Will praying be enough to keep him alive?   Red angry …

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The Last Call of the Crow

The Last Call of the Crow By Thomas Catyb   I soar through clouds in darkness of the night, The sun blocked out by wings of angels true, I seek the day where I can be in light, Where black skies turn to a brilliant blue. For now my world has been in disarray, Falling …

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Unfair

Unfair By Edwin Chamba Un·fair /an’fer/ adj. 1. A person being born into a poor or abusive family / A person having toxic friends or role models 2. Knowing that we are most likely made to suffer / If we want to succeed / We must fight and struggle to attain get success / Seeing …

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Karpe Diem

Karpe Diem By Edwin Chamba   I, yes the author, want you, yes the reader, to tear this poem apart. Why are you still reading? Go on! Karate chop it in half Really give it the business Attack like it owes you money Squish like stress ball Head-butt it like a lunatic Twist it Tear …

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My Only Friend

My Only Friend By Edwin Chamba   All my life I’ve been scared I been scared of losing you I would wake up early every morning To check if you were there too I would miss you in the dark I would love you during the day You are always by my side We jump …

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A Failed Attempt In Writing a Procrastination Poem

A Failed Attempt In Writing a Procrastination Poem By Edwin Chamba                                                            

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First Time

First Time By Edwin Chamba   Sweetest of smiles Hot lips made of hymns Tingles on her tongue Sweetest sip of sin Please more  Please    

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My Sunday Afternoon

My Sunday Afternoon By Delaney Conserva   Flex back and forth And flip the pages Caress them like silk, and It leaves a papercut. Feel the weight of the binding, and Anticipate the weight of its insides. I once read that we are all stories, we are All an open book. So I shall tear …

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Empty Space

Empty Space By Maddie Fox   Scribbling my words into thin air. Make motions with stale fingers, prick the I’s, cut the T’s— Have to document my thoughts somehow.   Reading my words to the dust I left behind me. Sharing thoughts with dead leaves in an empty wood And for some reason, I expect …

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Broken Lovers

Broken Lovers By Maddie Fox   & I’ll cry for you on the kitchen floor, but I won’t ask you to come back. Broken bones of the past piece together the only skeleton left in your closet- And I’ll always remember his name. Recognize secrets in his eyes. A familiar face in every broken boy …

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Finally Beyond

Finally Beyond the Pine-Treed Back Roads of my Morning Commute, I Think of You Early this September Morning By Tom Laughlin   The bright sun kisses The corn fields that I pass Grown tall and stretched Near to bursting With plump kernels of sweetness within Golden gems that sparkle and spill out over the tops …

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Woman-Loving

Woman-Loving By Racheal Rodman   Too much anxious time is spent thinking about the space that you and I occupy   in a political sense. Rather than ruminate on rhetoric, I refuse huddling under a queer umbrella   and linger instead in rain of Sappho, woman-loving, self-conscious, even gleeful,   not guilty or effaced.

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Thick Thighs

 Thick Thighs By Charlotte Koch   My thighs rub together when I walk. They sing a spiteful symphony, Brisk whispers as I shuffle down the hall— Pooling at the cross roads of my body, Causing flooding for miles around.   Three inches below the apex of my thighs, The point where layers of fat touch …

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We Are You, But Not Your Love

We Are You, But Not Your Love By Amanda Bordenca   You do not control me. Listen when I speak. I hear you but don’t listen. Is it me that you seek? We are you. As confused as you may be. You are not you Without a little of me. Your thoughts we own, Your …

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A Letter to the Unforgiven

A Letter to the Unforgiven By Teri-ann Fico   I remember the first time you parallel parked. You fit so perfectly, so evenly, and even when I stood on the other side of the street, I could still see how much you belonged in that spot, that time, that space. For now you could finally …

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Dance Fever

Dance Fever By Teneisha Mytil   Let the beat move you Let the heat drive you Hearts-a-thumpin Feets-a-stompin As long as I’m with you My soul’s aflame You know I’m not to blame Flashing lights and swinging hips C’mon baby let’s get jiggy with it Reach an all new high We can’t stop Won’t stop …

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Nouveau Riche

Nouveau Riche By Teneisha Mytil   Golden rings and flash banging dresses We are the next generation The princes and princesses   Draped in green paper like fine silk Our eyes are us The healthy amongst the ill   And we sin our way through time Doing the cokes, opes, and dopes Make the world …

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-its, -icks, and -ips

-its, -icks, and -ips By Teneisha Mytil   Please don’t mind my fits My annoying and uninspired little tricks The way the pen in my hands does a little flip Around my fingers every time there’s a little tick tick tick -ing in my brain Which feeds me my daily dose of tips To get …

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Thoughts of a Useless Mind

Thoughts of a Useless Mind A Collection of Irish Shanties By Alexandria Drouin   Cemetery Ballet   Dragging the stick along the fence Approaching the graveyard where they buried the remains A stone: “Here lies her hopes and dreams” The roses will rise, but the ground will freeze   A beautiful carousel covered in snow …

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Unfelt Freedom

Unfelt Freedom By Drew A. Breton   When I walk down the street All I see is my feet Wanna make footsteps Laid down in concrete   Want to be seen for the things I’ve done Just want to be loved by everyone But people don’t see the shooter Only remembering the gun   After …

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Trichotillomania

Trichotillomania By Charlotte Koch   I think the beginning of it all was the pulling. The careful process of latching on, prying that infinitesimal piece of yourself from your own body, to gain control of your thoughts, to go blank for a while.   I can remember seeing myself for the first time, the horror …

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The Way

The Way By Keegan Eller   It’s the way he looks at you with a glint of mischief in his eye as if he knows your reaction before you know what he’s planning. It’s the way he laughs and grins when he does something you would otherwise deem cheesy but it makes a smile burst …

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Offering What Was Left Behind

Offering What Was Left Behind By A.T. Halaby   Often I have taken words by the mouth like I would any lover and faithful to their traces      they are not just pieces of rock kicked on        sidewalks proportioned from boulders little pieces of mountains        shaped by the pressure it took              to separate them.   I …

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In Between

In Between By Dana Shahar   When the song starts to play, It’s the trembling notes that grip you like tiny, pink fingers. When we start to dance, it’s wool socks on carpet and mouths full of laughter. I feel exposed, like an orange, And I reach for the dozens of pieces that made up …

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How I Learned To Smell The Rain

How I Learned To Smell The Rain A Poem for Devi Lockwood By A.T. Halaby   I let the thunder sit on my chest as I slept   as each drop of rain was paused, waiting to   make its move toward the earth.   Just then I witnessed sets of arms reaching out as …

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From Inside My Body

From Inside My Body By A.T. Halaby   Something like. The night Was still happening and. The morning wasn’t ready. Like Language’s suggestion (it’s struggling, I Mean, really, it’s in trouble) Is in its deal with my mind. To tell me what I want to hear. Thoughts don’t tire out, they Don’t have bodies. What …

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Equinox

Equinox By Ashley Puddester   Summer nights draw to a close and our glory days are done. Leaves already changing, and soon winter has begun. Warm, vibrant sun broke through the fog for one last day, Until the absence of you sapped the magic away. Hypothermic souls shiver: frostbitten, sickly blue, The same shade of …

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Down Your Drain

Down Your Drain By Connor Seavey   Wash the demons down your drain Never to be seen again Where do they go When you’re done with them? What are we without them? The night is long Long enough for yearning Crawling slowly Toward something else Close the door Lock the bolt Wash the demons away …

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Breathe

Breathe By Josh Nieman   Inhale. Gasping at the start. Relish in the satisfaction. Gentle touch of my fingers caress your skin. Clutching my hand against your wrist to pin you down. Dripping wet with beads of sweat that spread from every pore. Your senses rush and sway for the entire length of this roller …

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Alone

Alone By Keegan Eller   The moon shines, The sun blinds. The wind blows, Cold as snow. A smile fake, Work of art. The dawn breaks, Like my heart. To have all, But have none. To stand tall, Until you’re done. While you slept, Alone I wept. All the peace, Yet none for me. And …

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It’s Not Okay

By Deenah Jacques   She screams, her throat turns ripe and red her mother’s body lowered into ground. A woman rushes to her, “It’s okay, It’s okay” grasping shoulders, her words flocking in the air, like dazed starlings.   I look over to this scene from a distance dirt shuffling around feet, flowers placed on …

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Give Me Back Mine

  By Chelsea Sanchez Baby I want to smash bottles Against the wall Plates splintered On the hardwood floor   But I can’t bring myself To care   You are the only one Who can pull my strings The only one allowed To wind me up So I can move and dance And cry and …

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Photograph

By Sharitza Pardo   I see her standing in her bright pink leotard fake microphone in her hands, ready to sing her heart out to a song with words she can barely pronounce at that age, eyes focused and brows furrowed, her little sister in a bright blue tutu, curls falling around her shoulders, shaping …

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You know what is the best feeling ever?

By Jacqueline Krozy Snuggling your loving daughter on the carpet, staring up at her nightlight, giving her soft cheeks warm kisses to twinkle little star— right before she goes to bed… then returning to her crib before you slumber. When you enter her room, See her cuddling her books You pick her up, Cradle her …

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All things happen when they are meant to be … in time

By Jackie Krozy   They said, he said, she said, I mechanically wag my head, But really, I do not accept these words. Lava grumbles and lurches, Opening crags in my stomach, As mindfully, I make that hesitant smile, hear their hypocritical advice from greedy hearts That have that sacred thing That my whole life …

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“Not Today”

By Krissy Bradley   Do you love me still? Could you fix the drafty door? He replies, not today dear, but soon I will   I’d rather play black jack down the hill I’ll wait to do that chore Do you love me still?   I rake the leaves alone in the autumn chill I know …

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Sunday Dinner

By Krissy Bradley   Grandfather’s Guinness grows on our maple tree Like shiny coins or crisp bills His glass half full or mostly half empty As he sits in a leaning house with broken window sills   While Mother’s meatballs simmer in sauce Handmade with love and garlic so sweet The magic she makes and the …

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Hands

By Gail Mooney   I. Against the night harbor sea roses open, loose petalled and trembling with scent. My mother cups a flower to my nose saying They smell most beautiful as they die.   She points to a peeled birch her hands freckled like the camouflage of leaf and shade, her palm smoothed across …

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Graffiti

By Amanda Hayes   I wish a part of me could forget the art of you, wash away the memories you canvassed on my lips and the way you spray painted my thighs, simply wipe away the paint you stained down through my hips.   Three years elapse and I painfully grasp the notion of you …

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Father

By Amanda Hayes   You promised me sea glass but gifted me crushed shells. You left me choking under the pressure of the ocean. Stranded and stuck, I endure the anchor of disappointment.   I dreamt that you mattered to me. I called you daddy when the waves got too rough and wrapped around my …

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Sacred Teas

By Carolyn Mayer   In the wax and wane of our conversations we would sometimes misunderstand each other’s words  or misunderstand each other’s thoughts     or she did not hear the words. On Wednesdays, we shared our noon teas and secret conversations just my mother and I        soaking in the numinous intimacy of a new day. …

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Ash Wednesday

By Carolyn Mayer   the finger of black dust–   forgives the pleasure of sex and chocolate   forgives the day’s wine and leisure   forgives collections of cashmere sweaters   and the garden of clay angels with broken wings nest lost fledglings   Ash Wednesday   penitent forehead of dust.

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November 29th

By Carolyn Mayer   Through the smokey haze of the pine lit candles, and the blaring closed caption TV, I held my ear close to Nana’s reaching words.  Her tales of chipped and worn ornaments became myth angels, stars and bells.  With the blaze of her lit cigarette, her slow and vast utterances trailed into …

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Pharmaceutical Blues

By Mary-Kate Haley   I can feed you lines so beautiful, much like your eyes in May. With your lines and lies, this is doable.   Those blue eyes caught my attention like abusing pharmaceuticals. Filled with wonder, relapse, questions; I knew you would help me decay. You helped to write a line of my …

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The Wind

By Mary-Kate Haley   The frigid morning wind blew leaves past at 7 a.m.   Phone off the hook, dangling from the cord like the swaying strings of my heart. “He’s gone,” the voice had said.   Like seasons come and leave so suddenly. The wind blew everything past. but everything seemed motionless– still, my …

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Over

By Jaime Lyn Twombly   They stare at each other across the table and that’s all it takes to for her to be wrapped around his little finger. Shaggy brown hair and a laugh that’s contagious; she lost before she’s even conscious of it. It isn’t supposed to be anything more than dinner. Her walls …

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Secrets

By Jaime Twombly   Grown from a sapling into an Awkward young thing Nibbling on fingertips, clumsy And tripping over shoelaces tied Not so carefully   I tried to write you a poem Rolled the words over my tongue, Put them inside packages tied With little blue bows but They never made it onto paper …

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Sunday

By Jaime Lyn Twombly   It is Sunday and there is nothing but the newspaper and last night’s clothing scattered on the floor A trail to the bedroom from the front door where little feet and big feet are tangled, hanging off the edge of the bed Sweat on your brow and my dirty fingernails …

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Witnessed

By Jaime Lyn Twombly   She was gripping the railing as if she would fall and crash to her death if she let go. Her knuckles turning white, blood rushing from her face leaving a pale and empty mask behind. He was staring at her, the guilt written on his face like scarlet letters, his …

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No Preexisting Medical Conditions

  By Chelsea Sanchez   I die several times a month My heart pounds, chest aches, palms sweat My soul floating out of my skin Is as familiar to me as falling asleep Sharp pains shooting through my back Are shrugged off with commonplace ease Just another Tuesday   Sometimes my lungs are paralyzed No …

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Afterdeath

By Joseph Nardoni   The coffin slid back into the red placental blaze, the door swung shut, like life’s own womb prolapsed inward— she was gone to ash and atmosphere.   He returned to empty house rustles, open-curtained shadows falling from the lips of an end table graced with a dusty coaster and a beer …

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