Poetry 

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,...

From the start, they urged me to see, "To believe is to know. Perception is truth." But then they silenced my curiosity, "Hiding is...

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...

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...

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...

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...

It’s raining. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’. ’.

There is cooking, and washing dishes, and every afternoon the bed gets fresh sheets, crumbs from the past week swept off the surface of...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Pinching lightly Against my head Your head pulses Against you I lay softly With you I fall Clenching you tightly Against your chest My...

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,...

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...

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...

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...

It is that I should learn so much of a soul backwards, snow rising off the mountain trembling air sprung and singing, singing, shoulders...

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...

A drawing of three poems pinned into the wall: each follows the structure for labeling insects in collections, with a species (or title)...

we hesitate to stray away from fixating ourselves to another person or dive in too fast too deep our heart sways with emotion fast...

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,...

Each room is a miniature for some larger doll house. All pleasure. Every room is devoid of air—just objects—not lived, but performed....

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...

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...

I wish there was a boy to write poetry about me I wish I were a boy to write poetry about

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Azure smeared blush. Morass garden. Confusion. Foraging. Heaviness. the question wades against her lips awaiting the tongue’s surrender....

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

I can feel the sooty soil rolling down my crooked spine. There are a million tiny particles contributing in its filthy composition, each...

I. Cranberry cranberry Van nearby hands of god— Given Ron Livingston Wrong bitters, gone with his sled, Bong giving head. II. Honored,...

the darkness begins beyond the horizon forming a choppy skyline beneath your lash line upon blinking the singular cilium parading as a...

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...

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this swollen september grazing against hurriedness and possession. walking past half-gnawed apples made my stomach bright with nostalgia....

I hold no ill will towards my thirteen doppelgängers. Their minimal existence is a piece of me now, Each another collected story this...

baby angel teeth bath tiles shiny and stacked in a row inside a velvet-lined silver tin with a name engraved on the top the...

catching a robin as a promise (a birthday in may is so fortunate) a small porcelain face presses through the stained orange slats of a...