I worry that I will have to lose myself—shrink myself—normalize who I am. I worry that I will be engaged in mediocrity, reality chipping away at my dreams and desires.
By Marysol Ramos9 months ago in Poets
White space R E L E A S E S Noise I N t O , , The , Wild . . . . Wild. . The afterwar . D D. d. c . B .a I am a man in this modern world, forty-five years old. I stand stand stand stand in the noise. Stand. . . . . N. In. Open.
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Poets
Catastrophic dense cloak of the dark, devouring my every micro-spark. Encapsulating echoes, laughter as they point their finger and rejoice.
By Alica chamberlain 9 months ago in Poets
I threw out the chipped mug you loved, finally— the one that said “good vibes” like a dare. It felt dramatic for a Tuesday,
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
We laughed in the kitchen while the sink leaked, You doing that voice you hate, Me snorting like it was charming. ﹁﹂ The ceiling had a soft brown bruise
When the sun rises, giving birth to a new day, It dawns on you that nothing has changed. Unprompted, your face streams tears you refuse to wash away. //
By Tabitha Galluccio9 months ago in Poets
Anxiety walks beside me like a restless wind, Whispering questions with no clear end. Depression sits heavy, a quiet night,
By Life Hopes9 months ago in Poets
If we grow old together, remind me of the night my voice caught in my throat—the night I met the world again on Christmas Eve.
By Jhon smith9 months ago in Poets
I can barely keep my eyes open But too scared to close What will I miss? What did I forget? Can’t go to sleep now, without doing this and this.
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
i burn. ~ paper-thin skin, an oil-soaked rag wicking the viscous ooze of human condition, hair and limbs catching like tinder
By Heather Hubler9 months ago in Poets
I The Lord of the Highway died this week, poet, raconteur, honky-tonk hero, the first person I’d ever heard * to blend a West Texas twang
By David Muñoz9 months ago in Poets
My husband is a bit of a pyromaniac. We couldn’t get insurance On our wedding barbeque Because he’s known in town For his conflagrations.
By Aubrey Rebecca9 months ago in Poets
