NEW POETRY EVERY WEEK

 
 
Sravani singampalli ROOH AFZA &  LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKE I say I am petrichor I am the fresh perfume Issued from cardamom thoughts

Sravani singampalli

ROOH AFZA & 
LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKE

I say I am petrichor
I am the fresh perfume
Issued from cardamom thoughts

JEREMY VACHON UNTITLED I ask myself. “Will I be the same then as I am now?”

JEREMY VACHON

UNTITLED
I ask myself.
“Will I be the same then as I am now?”

shompole n.l. FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMS While pointing at the moon you said: I am an ocean full of storms, you are my salvation. Do not let the darkness swallow me.

shompole n.l.

FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMS
While pointing at the moon you said: I am an ocean full of storms, you are my salvation. Do not let the darkness swallow me.

 
MARY SIMS THE OCEAN IS A GIRL: THE GIRL IS DROWNING My mother said to me, once: we do not cry for the ocean.

MARY SIMS

THE OCEAN IS A GIRL: THE GIRL IS DROWNING

My mother said to me,
once: we do not cry for the ocean.

KAT MYERS MAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE & MIDSUMMER OFF THE COAST OF SPAIN the wildflowers will wait for us. they will bloom as they do every year and when we come back,

KAT MYERS

MAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE &
MIDSUMMER OFF THE COAST OF SPAIN

the wildflowers will wait for us.
they will bloom as they do every year
and when we come back,

dANA Dykiel TO MY HOMETOWN, FROM THE WINDOW OF A PLANE And if I could compel you into existence, you would move like a cloud across the sky

dANA Dykiel

TO MY HOMETOWN, FROM THE WINDOW OF A PLANE

And if I could compel you
into existence, you would move
like a cloud across the sky

shompole n.l. THE BIRDWATCHER'S WIFE & OTHER FAIRYTALES FOR WICKED GIRLS You say you rescued me, and I believe you, I believe you. 

shompole n.l.

THE BIRDWATCHER'S WIFE & OTHER FAIRYTALES FOR WICKED GIRLS

You say you rescued me, and I believe you, I believe you. 

 
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

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

Gladstone carly THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS A few imperative fractions of yourself have been missing since the summer in which you turned twelve.

Gladstone
carly

THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS

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

carmichael pj THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION Age is the only law now, gravity pulling our flesh towards creaky wooden floors

carmichael
pj

THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION

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

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.

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.

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

SHOMPOLE
n.l.

HOME

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

n.a. reyna 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.

n.a.
reyna

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.

KHANUM S.A. 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.

KHANUM
S.A.

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.

OLADE YVES 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...

OLADE
YVES

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...