Poempoetry-magazineIntenciones de respirar [“fantasía"]By bruno daríofantasía (poema de amor improviso) Quiero acompañarte en la aventura de la maestría. ¡Cuánto me gustar…
Poempoetry-magazineFor the Cult-Themed PartyBy Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpieceof antlers, fabric flowershot-glued to a harness, my asshanging out of…
Poempoetry-magazineFebruary 14By Jesse NathanGoing to the Russian bathhouse on Innes to lie naked on a shelf in the steam while the hatted man swanning…
Poempoetry-magazineIntentions to breathe [“fantasia"]By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI want to accompany youon the adventure of mastery.How I’d loveour love, the antonym of art!
Poempoetry-magazineWhen the Seed Spans the Length of the FruitBy Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook, I forget time is dragging my body from one…
Poempoetry-magazineDeep Thoughts at Ulta BeautyBy Sasha PearlI went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfumeI was horny and I wanted the universe inside my noseThe lit shelves…
Poempoetry-magazineFrom “Winter with Ovid”By Bhion AchimbaWhen Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the …
PoemBut Not ForgottenBy Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,That I shall go with you a way.Though you may wander sweeter lands…
PoemThe Rabbi’s Red InkBy Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to createa calligraphic feast. Our friends…
Poem[Let me not to the marriage of true minds]By Trevor Ketnertongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,hart, hilt, waist, …
Poempoetry-magazineSkeleton KeyBy Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son. Hide and seek in labyrinthine basements red roses and kissing. A deep wooden…
Poempoetry-magazineHer GrimoireBy Gavriella GilbertSo, she breathes. Do you believe in God like the rest of them? Birch-lightrains down the wall, moving…
Poempoetry-magazineMarchBy Jessica JiangTiffany,I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,but no pressure! Just—spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore…