PoemSilent PartnerBy Frank X. WalkerI learn today that mama,being property,was massa's investment. That taken all together,the only thing…
Poempoetry-magazineSpiral, Surrounded by Spoiled Accord (Or, Schizoaffective, Unspecified)By Rickey Laurentiis What I have done is created History, exquisite manuscripts With angering blame. What I have done is…
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Poempoetry-magazinePhysical EducationBy Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s saythe day my father outlawed all contactbetween backhand and face, …
PoemThe Palestinian ChairBy Edward SalemGod said (and already you can tellI’m making this up),If you lift a rock, I am there.If you lift a finger…
Poempoetry-magazineHooves Hang Off Cliff TeethBy Yitazba Leigh angry appaloosa hooves ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: glass…
PoemThe Tempest ["Ye elves of hills...", 5.1.33-57]By William ShakespeareYe elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;And ye that on the sands with printless footDo…
PoemSix Reasons I Can't Answer the Door for Him at 3 in the MorningBy Sarah Carson The last man here wanted what could not be taken: My girl, he'd say, my baby. The narrow of his eyes…
PoemAfternoon in SchoolBy D. H. Lawrence The Last Lesson When will the bell ring, and end this weariness? How long have they tugged the leash…
PoemHome EconomicsBy Chaelee DaltonConsider the market. Consider the gross domestic product of Korea. Call it Kimchi.Ferment culture in…
PoemMetamorphoses: The Female IntoBy Maggie Queeneylaurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown heifer bank of marsh reeds,handful lashed into pipes, …
PoemGlamour [The look I am hunting]By Maggie QueeneyThe look I am hunting: the onethat through color and cut glares the starer into a skull or a skeinof…
Poema-ver-yBy avery r. younga•ver•y (ā ver'ē), n. dark(iss) ¹blk-male chile foundate(id) in luv unlimit(id) fuc(k) anthem(s). ²jee…
Poempoetry-magazineManuel Sánchez. Our DemandBy Lis SanchezAt the gangway, our demand was a straw pava.We wore our demand jauntily cocked across our skull.So what…
Poempoetry-magazineIf Upon Me in My GardenBy francine j. harrisIf upon me in my garden, I mouth up sun and die of some bitch seasonally snuffing my golden light, then…
PoemThe Night Before My PiP Tribunal I See My DeadBy Karl KnightsYou left a note.‘Please don’t judge metoo harshly.’ I read itat your memorial.I hate that my voicedidn…
PoemThe Difference Between a Dog and a Biscuit TinBy Karl KnightsIt’s Boxing Day and I’m nearly ten and a half.I got the camouflaged Action Man for Christmas.I told …