Staring at my garden, I see the roots and vegetables. They are ready to be collected. I slip on my green gloves and dirt-covered boots.
By Amethyst Champagne11 months ago in Poets
We stitch raincoats for our secrets out of half-remembered nights, from shower curtains, childhood quilts, and hand-me-down goodbyes.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
โฝ๊จโฝ Show him โฝ that You are bottling our tears as they flow to a place that You set for us from the very Beginning โฝ that he was made for
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
I keep a ring of metal moons that never learned my sky, a jangle of old alphabets that no more doors reply. Theyโre fossils of before-times, loveโof locks we used to share,
Some nights The body forgets it is a body. and remembers it is sky. All the dark patches, the places where the world landed too hard,
My memories, can be all summed up, in a suitcase. Seasonal, fleeting. Some belongings are even lost along the way. But it can be forged.
By Une Femme11 months ago in Poets
This is not a confession. It is a correction. This is not guilt. Itโs grief metabolized into rhythm. I didnโt leave I was locked out.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
You were a nice person You had difficult times while you grew up Many enemies, people you thought were your enemies, but they werenโt
By Fatemeh Azimi11 months ago in Poets
Tap. Tap. Tap. Craaaaaaack! Hear that? That's the sound of a shell shattering with the secrets it held inside. Primary color of fear, what say you of what you find here?
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist11 months ago in Poets
I write you in the shade the mirror saves for after-hoursโ The color stores call cherry, the kind my mouth calls courage. The page is a small white room.
We struck a match together The inaugural burst of sizzling flame blazed bright Orange light flickering across our faces Dancing reflections of mirrored flame in our eyes
By Amos Glade11 months ago in Poets
There is a heart the city keeps in the basement. It does not wear a stethoscope. It hums through manhole lids and sighs out of vents,
