By Tamarah Rockwood My loom is loud with water.His bouncing war legs are finallyStill. I weave into his dolorous mouthA golden thread of trust. I feel his gut,With my fingers and, now, he is not even curiousWhy he has seagrass from my estuary woven into his long hair....
By Adam Noto Hakarsa O Striver!Has not the line in the yard beyond sheer?Of name all the star, forever bear!Void, has it been, for all that refer?Such piquancy so clear, every wherever so near!Forgive me so, have I not dwelled in the shadow,far to the rear?
By Desirae Mercedes Chacon whose wishes are in your handstell me, who is wishing for loveHealing. whose wish is that?reconciliation may be one.. are you a mediator or the delivererare you the receiver, the sender or grantercan you be the soul of utilitarianism?how do...
By Desirae Mercedes Chacon your only 6 feet awaybut it feels like countless milesi guess the deepest sleeps occur with granite pillowsnow you’re the coldest person with the warmest heartnow you reside in the quietest neighborhood in townwhere the wind through the...
By Tamarah Rockwood Look: it ripples upon the water, this crumbled moon. Drowning in a shoreline pocked with decayed pilings, Against the abandoned building garland in graffiti, Among the ruins of the mill market unfurled and unfettered In the surge of mortality —...
By Shambhavi Kalash i don’t own anything in redno jewels, no scarf, no lipstick, no threadmy eyes turn from bridal gleami don’t know how to respondwhen you call for me every yearlike traditionyou make me sit downand watch the sun seepinto a living roomthat belongs to...
By Jessica Rolland my sculpture (found art) gave me happiness made from a wheel.
By Amanda Wilde We're on the edge of the AegeanI'm under an umbrella made of palm frondshe's standing in the seaI'm watchinghe's skipping rocks. In the sun it's 30Cin the wind and water it's 30FI wonder who he isI know his laugh lines are 100maybe more. Captivated,...
By Kelly Thorn Leave laundry stacked in piles, my loveKeep off the plane, ignore the milesLet broken bulbs stay dark abovePlease stay with us for just a while Keep off the plane, ignore the milesThe meetings and the calls can waitYou needn’t tread the narrow aisleYour...
By Adam Noto Hakarsa Yours, but the world is not mine.Mine, and it's yours the most high.Informal modifier of private binding.You provided this lost puzzle.With hope.