I wanted to kiss the guy on the train Without asking, but night hadn’t yet Fallen & also that’s fucked up, not Asking, so instead I set myself an Ultimatum: I will kiss every death On both eyelids before going shopping For flowers I will strip away […]
Category: Poetry
Chalkida is broken in the fall & its vivid cliff side colors can’t save me anymore home base is 50 minutes south, but home is 5,000 miles west a 5-year-old girl loves my grey eyes her Arabic words fill them with blue from the Black Sea she only swam here he doesn’t call anymore she’s […]
At work, post-lovemake. We enter separately, fooling our co-workers; covert spies in shades reading headlines at awning-veiled café stools. We offer ridiculous good afternoon’s to each other on bathroom breaks. When she came in my mouth, it tasted like a three-years-held thank you, that sweet. Erric Emerson is the former Poetry Editor of Duende literary journal. […]
Lines From A Single Dad My city fell and I must let it lie – each building now rubble and its name, ash. Some swarthy intruder ripped down the walls that rose around me and my wife told me cold my future was elsewhere, without her. I packed what would fit within a heart’s […]
God, these libraries of stories and expectations: there’s a reason they’re dusty. God, the librarian suggesting a volume or two like some pinup fetish tease I’ll give you a hint, then silence All of our hungers reduced to this: a taste a polished finger raised and tracing the promise of full lips What more could […]
There’s a sickness, when someone attaches, a chemotherapy pump, to a hole in your chest, while smiling. # M. Sakran is the author of a collection of poetry entitled First Try, a self-published eBook of poems with explanations called Understanding: poems with explanations, and has also written a number of items for magazines and websites. M. Sakran’s poetry related […]
There was two of him inside of one. The man he was inside my bedroom And the man he was outside my bedroom. And I swear, each of them were different men. # Shedding the old to find the new. Tiffany’s writing is a mix of love, despair, loss and growth.
Introduction by the author: I’m Shawn Hudson, a young Black man in America that writes poetry and stories that are a reflection of the life and times. When writing The N Word Poem I wanted to express how I feel that we as African-Americans need to focus on the big picture and not get caught […]
window closed its lips and you walked in (silence, dust, powdered sugar, cinnamon, tbsp. of warm milk) brand new freckle push-pinned into my neck Suddenly, I could fall asleep in the back seat feel clean just by licking each of your fingers I swore I’d never need to read another menu I’ll have the regular, […]
English is definitely not dere first language. Da theory goes dat if you give wun infinite number of primates wun infinite number of typewriters eventually da buggahs going produce da works of Shakespeare. Researchers at wun university in England wen put dat notion to da test. In wun project intended more as performance art den […]
