Category: Poetry
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III. It wants more to be glad…by G. Mramor
I can already feel your disgusting inside. It grows and makes me grow. But still I am a little thing you say. And because I am a little thing I cannot hold you back and not even my disgusting makes you sad. Because you are a part of me now like I was part of…
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II. Like beating the scarecrow by the lake…by G. Mramor
I cannot sleep, I will not wake. Through the walls I hear the beating. Like hitting something empty, like hitting something stiff: like beating the scarecrow by the lake. And then the water comes. It bunches the glass and stops my bleeding, like the tree now gone who blocked the water. Then I will be…
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I. This is what you say…by G. Mramor
Nothing you say is thrown aside, but thrown inside. Thrown inside to settle in with all the other things you have said and done. Thrown to scatter and create. To grow a sapling and then a tree until there is nothing but forest in me. Let nothing die and no one live. This is what…
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Serious Question (If I Had a Heart) by Carmen Guzmán
Carmen Guzmán is a writer from Puerto Rico living in Boston. By day: a Boston University alumnae of the film and television program who blogs and shoots videos for a non-profit. By night:an expediter at a restaurant in Cambridge who enjoys a good whiskey. In her head: another story. How Many Cups Of Coffee Does…
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Hannah Lejter “Infatuation=Alienation”
planes my body is here but my soul is on a plane out of here. i look down at white sands and imagine i’m flying over clouds. i turn away from the sun so the wings of my arms won’t burn. the seatbelt sign is always on. my lover wears no seatbelt. he’s on no…
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El Dorado and Other Poems by Jim Davis
JIM DAVIS is a graduate of Knox College and an MFA candidate at Northwestern University. Jim lives, writes, and paints in Chicago, where he reads for TriQuarterly and edits the North Chicago Review. His work has appeared in Seneca Review, Adroit Journal, Sheepshead Review, New Plains Review, Whitefish Review, The Café Review, and Contemporary American…
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Fireworks in the Afternoon…by B. Bullock
I hate to love to be reminded of you, you carting around those fragile flowers in those trembling teenage hands, fingernails cruelly cut and soiled like you’d been off digging in some foreign country’s hot volcanic sand, smiling wearily at my wild hair, the surprise in my eyes, fighting a flinch at my sneezes spreading…
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For now or for always…by G. Mramor
Young and thinking a name is forever. Fore after years snowblind the snow has settled and runnels down in icy blue flows and rivers past my feet, colding the memory in me. Yet the oldman can only smile. Fore that mountain of ice and snow has become this valley’s basin. A cold blue that warms…
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VIDEO: U35 Poetry Night @ Marilave
U35 is a bi-monthly reading series for poets under the age of thirty-five, conceived as a space for greater community as well as diversity of voice and vision. On Tuesday, July 23, we are pleased to be featuring poets Nora Delaney, Jade Sylvan, and Mary Benson. Check out video from last Tuesday’s poetry reading, hosted…
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Submission- Re: Gallows by N Marata
To think of surgical gallows Through broken garden paths Like a stubborn tulip Who loved the moon instead Frayed, I go and leap Through noxious sewer-creeks “Plop!” go the stepping-stones As my father did before Sprint past the torn meadow Through fallen trunks and shoots And fading past The hymns he used to…
