Poems from poet
By Sarah
My little brother wants to die
in a burst of fireworks,
scarring retinas
as he explodes across the sky-
except he didn't say it...
By Anne
My southern accent used to be:
wild honey boiling on a stove
an old woman standing in a barrel of raspberries
stomping jam to juice...
By Mina
Jimmy with his crushable
wool hat is in the living
room but I can't hear
him making a sound.
Who likes to think that there is a...
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By Bea
New morning trying to get to that point
that point worth getting to where the words flow like heavy
tears wrung out like water from...
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By Bea
As far as lyrical growth is apparent, he’ll be good.
He’s been missed like periods in planned parenthood
and I know his ass needs a...