POETRY

NEW POETRY EVERY WEEK

 

ROBERT JOE STOUT

EXPLAINING EVERYTHING, VERACRUZ MEXICO

Marcelino is a big man, balding, with almost invisible eyebrows on a face round like a pumpkin.

 

 
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GLADSTONE CARLY

THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS

A few imperative fractions of yourself have been missing since the summer in which you turned twelve.

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PEARSON MALLORY

FEATURED POET: DECEMBER

i think i might never breathe again if i could reach for that dip in the mattress and feel your weight.

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TABAKA ANN CHRISTINE

FEATURED POET: JANUARY 2018

It always astonishes me how whole days can disappear, vanishing into oblivion along with items from last week’s grocery list

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CARMICHAEL PJ

THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION

Age is the only law now,
gravity pulling our flesh
towards creaky wooden floors

 
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N.L. SHOMPOLE

HOME

Home as carnivore, as a thing that hungers, home as raptor, as sky full of teeth, snagged on feathers.

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REYNA N.A.

FEATURED POET: NOVEMBER

This requires the full attention of mercy. & If mercy exists in any life, it is exhausted. If summer has lungs, it is breathing out.

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S.A. KHANUM

FEATURED POET: AUGUST

i say curve all light until it reaches you. fill you full. i say shadow is another form of movement. i want to shadow move with you.

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YVES OLADE

FEATURED POET: AUGUST

what I mean is, how do you touch a lover who can’t even say your name? I had a body that felt everything and we couldn’t talk about it...