NEW POETRY EVERY WEEK

 
 
 
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2 POEMS
A sharp throb
piercing through rib-

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FEATURED POET: DECEMBER 2018
Tell me you want me to stay and I’ll soak in it.

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EDELWEISS
it says a lot about us, choosing this borrowed bloom as our signet.

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FEATURED POET: NOVEMBER 2018
Did your insides catch like cinder

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3 POEMS
Following a rechristened terrain,
a people end up at a river.

 
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FEATURE POET: OCTOBER 2018
as in / put back together / like humpty dumpty / only it’s not a child’s rhyme

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

FEATURE POET: SEPTEMBER 2018
sometimes I hallucinate / a remnant of warmth / within these ashes

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PARADOXICAL UNDRESSING
—he was never one for attrition—he preferred the cinematic perfection of a clean break—

 
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CARESSES FROM HOT SUMMER WINDS TEACH ME HOW TO BREATH
She is a force of nature / She is a ball of flaming gas

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KRISTINE BROWN

CARNATIONS FOR YOUR QUOTA
THE FONDEST FAREWELL

The language of satisfaction knows no infinitives

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HINNAH MIAN

FEATURE POET: AUGUST 2018
I ignore that we are only / floating like this to forget that in the morning / we drown.

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ROBIN
Do you see, robin? Do you grieve, robin?

 
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CHURCHGOING
GENESIS II

The first hot day
is holy. We all were baptized
in the harsh North Atlantic;

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FEATURE POET: JULY 2018
"we cannot conquer love, we can only
surrender to it.”
how many more lifetimes will it take before we learn that this is true?

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THE FOURTH OF AUGUST, TWO THOUSAND TWELVE
The dappled sunlight
Provides no respite.

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THE FIELD
One by one, fuses broken
Thread by thread, healed

 
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DON'T HIDE YOUR HEART
It hurts only a while / Remembrance, yes / Sorrows touches

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LEARNING TO LOVE A BOMB-THREAT BODY
WELCOME TO MY BODY: A WAR MEMORIAL

You should’ve held my name in your mouth like a prayer.

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ON BEING “THE MAGICIAN’S GIRL WHO DOES NOT FLINCH"

a sixty second summary of my eternity

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FIRE WALK & REFUGEE BOY

Can you hear the bird-song call from the other side? Low and steady through the crackle of the pyre.

 
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NO NEED
still I delayed before hurrying it away, an act
that seemed more akin to larceny than grace

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FEATURE POET: JUNE 2018
it is tuesday. we sit behind lemon trees,
hidden in our own thoughts.

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PERSPECTIVES
there is another world, a drawing of flowers
made by a four-year-old child, the hand
reaching out to another

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HOW BRIEFLY THE NIGHT
Will I needle and breathe hurt illume
beneath a street lamp, the way the calm
returns where something used to be?

 
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BETWEEN THE MANGROVES
PRISON WALLS
There are no walls around the prisons
because they are not prisons for criminals

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THIS VERY MOMENT
THE SAME WIND, LIGHT & RESTLESS RAIN
We crave the light, blue sky,
the clouds and shadow edges
we share

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FEATURED POET: MAY 2018
Maybe growing old means loving the songs you once hated. Maybe growing old means making peace

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DICTIONARY OF DREAMS
And silence. Always silence.
Or the filtered woodwinds at dawn.

 
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CEPHALOPODA CARTOGRAPHY
We met the sea’s full majesty / when we finally arrived / at the empty Octopus tank.

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SUPPLICATION & HOME & THE BODY'S HUM & SATURDAY AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD

If I open the door, the music will die.

NIKKI VELLETRI

FEATURED POET: APRIL 2018
In another life we’re on the roof of your apartment and I’m begging you not to fall to the ground like ash.

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CITY &PAROUSIA
I am drunk on the Second Coming
on the concave ending of my nerves

 
  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.

  NATASHA  GEORGE    FEATURED POET: MARCH 2018   I did not come out of the darkness, But dragged in a scrap of the light.

NATASHA
GEORGE

FEATURED POET: MARCH 2018

I did not come out of the darkness,
But dragged in a scrap of the light.

  JEREMY VACHON     U   NTITLED   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?”

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

SRAVANI
SINGAMPALL
I

ROOH AFZA &
LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKE

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

 
  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,

 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.

  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.

  DANA DYKIE L   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
DYKIE
L

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

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

GLADSTONE
CARL
Y

THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS

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

  PEARSON,  MALLOR Y   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,
MALLOR
Y

FEATURED POET: DECEMBER

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

  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

  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

 
  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. REYN 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.

N.A.
REYN
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.

  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...