A green cocoon hung from my grandfather’s bicycle. I watched, wide-eyed, as he whispered to me about what was happening in there.
By Mezmur9 months ago in Poets
As thoughts begin to seep from porous brain Dark matter fills old memories, now dissolved. Familiar faces fading without names,
By Simon Aylward10 months ago in Poets
Poetry is . dead… . The roses, buried beneath a million lines the headstone, cheapened by rhyme . The minister looks tired
By Justin Keeling10 months ago in Poets
I will die in Blue Ridge, on a frozen day, a day that has already come and gone. I will die in Blue Ridge—and what's the use—
By Sean Balogh10 months ago in Poets
My heart floats outside my body Somewhere in the ether Wandering Drifting through the world Scarred and battered Torn and tattered
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
This document hereby declares that enforcement actions of Department of Homeland Security remain in effect. All relevant agencies are instructed
By Cadma10 months ago in Poets
I can’t explain why But we told ourselves a big lie We told ourselves we had defeated fascism But there was a schism In the streets we shouted their defeat
You are not weak for feeling pain, Nor small for shedding tears. Every scar you carry inside Is proof you faced your fears.
By Artical Media10 months ago in Poets
This is not a place of hope. This fool’s gold gilded cage This derelict soundstage from a bygone golden age. No canopy of supportive palms
By Chris Z10 months ago in Poets
Constitutionality, like crime, and kids, like COPS, and the military like impeachment, pardons war powers, and pederasty,
WHERE IS HOME? written between July/October of 2022 small revision 9/22/2024 i shall open the door to the sun have a conversation with the moon
By Victor Mendez10 months ago in Poets
At midnight the apartment is honest. No emails, no sunlight, no makeup version of me trying to look okay. ﹁﹂ I sit on the floor with a notebook
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
