Cold isthe rage that lies shielded behind close-lipped disappointment spilling out of pinched and scowling eyesonto the tiles belowjoining the shattered pieces of the sentrywho…
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With My Last Breath (continued)
Content warning: suicide That night in the refectory our table feels quieter than usual. I swear I’m the only one who’s eating, the rest watch…
To my grandmother, who toiled over the name I rarely turn my head to
did you plant mea shoot beneath the soilwith steel roots tearing into the dirt like letter openersand kelly stalks bending at the waist when the…
Tantrum
His scream ripped the airHis lungs hollow and rawShards skidded on pavementThen came to a stop. The silence laughedAs he stomped his feet.He broke, thenPerhaps…
May your dreams fly
gold and amaranth clouds frame cornflower blue skiesin twilight but the sunset glows from between her ribsto illuminate the rarest soul wisdom without weightnever louder than the…
The Eye of the Tempest
Poets of old have told of such tempests;Where lightning stabs at the earth and sea.Where there is no end, no pause and no respite — Where…
A Light Leans In
Content warning: suicidal ideation There’s a silence that sings in the marrow of bones, A cold that clings where the warm wind once roamed. The mirror won’t…
Blank
Distilled in silenceThe eerie soundof empty spaceencompasses every aspect of life Total sense of reality is robbed when you pass soundlessly through the world Is…
Phobos/Deimos
i cannot will not put into words the words which pound through my own veins corrupting lungs intoxicating my very muscle fibers while my limbs…
Soot
It’s a cool night in early August. Just soon enough in the season to shake off what we call reality and not late enough to…
Your Thought and Prayers
Content warning: blood, death, guns, school shooting Thank you for your thoughts and prayersI’ll take them to my grave But thoughts can’t stop your bulletsAnd…
bowline
it was easy to lie for a whileto let wind tangle truth back into my throatlike fishing line and yetwhen my name was said as…
In My Mother’s Head
In my mother’s headthe poetry writes itself whether it bethe warm sunlit lake wateror a cooling offshore windagainst her poised figure whether it bethe sharp…
Unknown Brand. $5.
I am beautiful gingham printorphaned for five dollarsat the resale store they love to hold mewhile my hem unravels and call me vintage.
Un-American (adj.)
1.to choosefamiliesyou won’t meet.to choose. 2.to breathe inmore smokethan allotted.to breathe. 3.to diefor your child’schanceto live.
Do Me a Favor
Do not pity meFor my qualitiesFor my quantityI’m not yoursTo Judge Do not change meThe core thingsThat make meI’m not yoursTo Mold If you want…
A Fleeting Existence
Most of their ephemeral lives are spent sealed in plastic bottles,waiting to be freed by the careful breath of a child. Their firstimpulse is toward…
Wild Child
Naked she greets this worldso before it dresses her she’ll run freea wild child before she is told by the same world her body is not her own but owned…
With My Last Breath
Content warning: Violence, war, forced labor, death, suicide. “Georgina … honey, you’ve gotta wake up.” My eyelids feel like weights as I slowly blink them…
Erysichthon
Content warning: eating disorders, death. I wonder if, and if so, howI stumbled on Demeter’s spiteAnd brought upon myself the curseOf never-ending appetite I picture…
Lucky
Gold-rimmed glasses fog up.Pearls and diamonds glitter sharply on stubby fingers,Contrasting with the withered life formsBy the side of the road. Dark outer covering, Hurtling through…
Our Flowers Bloom Again
The flowers bloom again,It hurts.Breeze smells of your perfume –It’s worseThan I ever thought spring could be.Is this the love you spring on me? Butterfly…
Untitled
Content warning: animal cruelty, blood, death, guns. Tell me how a bird learnsTo forgive the gun that shot it down When it first hits the…
Home
The cage was beautiful.Bars plucked like harp strings.Stinging imprints on fingertipsSacrificed for sound. The cage embraced me.My cushions custom-made.A letter to my liberators:Conditions humane. The…
Elegy for Pogačar
For sure, I felt the call of gods on highWhile reaching forward, smiling from my teeth,I glanced out far and watched the fading sky,And left…
When Fear is Dream’s Excuse
Author’s Note: This poem is a translation and interpretation of “Cuando el miedo es el pretexto de los sueños” by Yanira Marimon. Fear,a trite word.The…
