White Sky
Right now is the sweet beginning It hasn’t come in yet It’s all descriptions of light, land, branches, I’m oblivious to posture,...
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Poetry
This is where you’ll find a wide array of poetry.
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein
Aurora Huang
- May 30
Untitled
From the start, they urged me to see, "To believe is to know. Perception is truth." But then they silenced my curiosity, "Hiding is...
Molly Kouzes
- May 30
two pieces
i have the overwhelming urge to move away, but the problem is that i don’t know where to, and i don’t know where from i can’t move by...
Molly Kouzes
- May 30
radiator
i think that the radiator in my house may be broken the temperature gauge is way off, its either much too hot or much too cold; cold air...
Ethan Allen
- May 30
Possession 1981
Bloody on the blanket And bleeding out Sopping wet and pathetic And you want to hold it You want your arms With cuff cuff muscle Muscle...
Mingzi Ma
- May 30
The Wait
The man chair is in great pain waiting for the arrival of a loved one The boundaries are set and no one can come close At night, blood...
Mingzi Ma
- May 30
Bring Your Umbrella
It’s raining. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’.
Melanie Juarez
- May 30
Sundays Pass Quietly Now
There is cooking, and washing dishes, and every afternoon the bed gets fresh sheets, crumbs from the past week swept off the surface of...
Nathalie Rozanes
- May 30
Love
Love in triangles Love in pairs Love in opposites Love in equals Love retroactively Love the future Love in circles Love in waves Love in...
Sidne Kate
- May 30
Lessons From Beneath the Soft Dirt (Autumn)
Autumn 1. The leaves are far more interesting than the house. From the front yard, the house seems grand. But from your fixed position in...
Hazel Meerson-Hendrie
- May 30
A discussion between artists
She asks me What do you do and I tell her Pick a word from the library of everything you know and make it real and Find the greatest most...
Xiran Sunny Sun 孙熙然
- May 30
Garden in the Wild 野外的花园
The concept of “Self” is an incredibly fragile one, resembling a wool-soft slime with a hint of vitality. Just like a newborn, it blinks...
Ezra Agustin
- May 30
If this is the end
if this is the end, then when did it start? Life is eternal – infinite I am the sun the soil the water the air purify what is unclean and...
Molly Kouzes
- May 30
Envy For The Trees
I often find myself feeling envy for the trees Their roots reach down, deep down into the earth — Grounding them to one place forever I...
Kira Palmer
- May 30
Cirrus
Pinching lightly Against my head Your head pulses Against you I lay softly With you I fall Clenching you tightly Against your chest My...
Molly Kouzes
- May 30
Cicada
When I was younger I lived in an area Where the cicadas sang loudly and vibrantly The trees seemed to vibrate and buzz during the summer,...
Ethan Allen
- May 30
Brick and mortar
I wonder about your shoes Did you save for them Bit a fingernail, clicked purchase Were they a present from your mom Practical, wink wink...
Adia Cupid Davis
- May 30
Beautiful Decay
3:00 pm: Still no signs of resurrection It has been so long since you last departed. Another hard battle fought and won A professed evil...
Ceilidh Birkhahn
- May 30
AM / PM
Sometimes I wake up and I’m empty, ribcage hollow, And I take a pill and I think I should be able to hear the capsule clattering down, a...
Els Deitz
- May 30
a salt shaker for so many past unkings
It is that I should learn so much of a soul backwards, snow rising off the mountain trembling air sprung and singing, singing, shoulders...
Isabela Ortega
- May 30
Stages of Sainthood
candle wax dribbles Finish the last box of multiplication as the sound of howling gets louder. A man’s muffled screams and a dog’s...
S. Mark
- Jan 22
Specimen Poems
A drawing of three poems pinned into the wall: each follows the structure for labeling insects in collections, with a species (or title)...
Bonnie Kim
- Jan 21
obsessed with love
we hesitate to stray away from fixating ourselves to another person or dive in too fast too deep our heart sways with emotion fast...
Alex Bortell
- Jan 6
prayer
I am a better liar than adam. man was meant to be more than sinner, more than desire corded around sheetmetal, more than king. God is...
Alex Bortell
- Jan 6
what exists
The dirt under my nails exists. The tire marks on the driveway exist. The hair in the comb on my shower’s window sill exists. The trash I...
Aurora Huang
- Jan 6
He
He stands in the red hall, Follow his arms, asking you to complete the tasks in his call. He builds up a high wall, Worship his charm,...
Steven Hou
- Jan 6
Nothing Happens
Each room is a miniature for some larger doll house. All pleasure. Every room is devoid of air—just objects—not lived, but performed....
Ava Marie Hockey
- Jan 6
God's Country
I am not anywhere, Somewhere in the south. Somewhere in the south, You said I’d be a good mother. That, And another, still. Holy, Pouring...
Jay Fiedler
- Jan 6
Funerals are for the Living
I think a lot about my funeral When I was a kid, I had a ridiculous fear of death - Which I later discovered was a symptom of childhood...
Alex
- Jan 6
Homesick
I wish there was a boy to write poetry about me I wish I were a boy to write poetry about
Alex
- Jan 6
around 9PM
I can not see the moon and I want to be dead (someone else) Not so that I could see the moon, but so that I would be someone else...
McKenzie Fitz
- Jan 6
Just A Thought
You & I are covered by blankets In nothing but our underwear My head is on your chest Your face is buried in my hair Whispering sweet...
Bella Koschalk
- Jan 6
Aphorisms for In-Between Souls
A soul can get stuck walking up and down the stairs of an old house. Sometimes you will feel like you are squeezing past someone who is...
Fiona Duffy
- Aug 10, 2022
Anathema
Now that the light is fad i n g the south stares from across the earth. The north has already been d r a w n of its color. As I go...
Alexa Nodine
- Aug 8, 2022
the dictionary i will bury with you
concave (v. kon-keyv) 1. to allow myself permission to languish into the cavity of my chest and hide amongst hollow bone. 2. i wonder if...
Penelope Gerdes
- Aug 8, 2022
Bitch Broken on Anger at the Top of the Mountain
Will I be seen through blurred eyes i cant see me me is unseen to mee I am what is was will be be be repet itiion on drummmm bed snore...
Fiona Duffy
- Aug 8, 2022
Dream #5
Azure smeared blush. Morass garden. Confusion. Foraging. Heaviness. the question wades against her lips awaiting the tongue’s surrender....
Pascale Jarvis
- Jun 14, 2022
Untitled (Whelks)
I. LONG BLUE BODY I named my habit the White Lady [death loves white] two years ago: nineteen. The White Lady and I, we thieved we stole...
Connor Fenwick
- Jun 14, 2022
Domain of Queer Sexuality
Vision is abstract, touch is figurative. The Female and the Almost. Or eye, a sense of space, as a specter on a coffin (and falls in the...
Mayra Sanchez
- Jun 14, 2022
My Mother vs. America
My mother has the kind of celestial tongue that is too pure for English. First time going to Miami – one small bag in one hand and hopes...
Pascale Jarvis
- Jun 14, 2022
Psalm for the Eve of Election Day
Don’t let the rest of us become white crosses decorating your lawn. Our bodies are not meant to stay whole— we are steeple-top...
Penelope Gerdes
- Jun 14, 2022
Queer Messiah
Where will our ark disembark? Will there be better lands stretched forth where we can hold all our siblings? I want to have that hands-on...
Diamond Woods
- Jun 14, 2022
99 Writing Prompts
1. “I confused today with last week. Who did we lose?” 2. Write about your fist fight with God. Who will win? 3. Write an article from...
Chloe Cottom
- Jun 14, 2022
Amen
I can feel the sooty soil rolling down my crooked spine. There are a million tiny particles contributing in its filthy composition, each...
Isaac Hart
- May 14, 2022
Gum in the Works
I. Cranberry cranberry Van nearby hands of god— Given Ron Livingston Wrong bitters, gone with his sled, Bong giving head. II. Honored,...
ai chéri
- May 14, 2022
IRIS
the darkness begins beyond the horizon forming a choppy skyline beneath your lash line upon blinking the singular cilium parading as a...
zsa zsa helmin
- May 14, 2022
untitled (my God is not a man)
my God is not a man in my mind He can’t be anything. for i can’t comprehend what would lie at that edge of Knowing could forgiveness not...
Briseis Schreibman
- May 14, 2022
Iamb Alphabet
aa aum aa aum ba bum ba bum ca cum ca cum da dum da dum ea eum ea eum fa fum fa fum ga gum ga gum ha hum ha hum ia ium ia ium ja jum ja...
Fiona Duffy
- May 14, 2022
postcard from wood street
this swollen september grazing against hurriedness and possession. walking past half-gnawed apples made my stomach bright with nostalgia....
Sam Donnell
- May 14, 2022
Jigsaw
I hold no ill will towards my thirteen doppelgängers. Their minimal existence is a piece of me now, Each another collected story this...
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