Poempoetry-magazineThrowing Them AwayBy J. Allyn Rossersmiling at far end of table with friends I don’t knownewly wedded NYC looking downtaking turns holding…
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Poempoetry-magazine贺新郎By Xin Qiji甚矣吾衰矣。怅平⽣、交游零落,只今余⼏!⽩发空垂三千丈,⼀笑⼈间万事。问何物、能令公喜?我见青⼭多妩媚,料青⼭见我应如是。情与貌,略相似。⼀尊搔⾸东窗⾥。想渊明、《停云》诗就,此时风味。江左沉酣求名者…
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PoemKnucklehead Learns a New WordBy Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the yearthat I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages…
PoemIf You Would Understand What Happened on the Road to DamascusBy Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,put it out. Let it wait.Let it wait till it isdry and cool. Let it wait…
Poempoetry-magazineUniversal TruthsBy Shira Haus I prayed for my friend to live and he didn’t. I held his puffy hand, his heart jumping green on the…
Poempoetry-magazineDispatch from the Edge of the UniverseBy Lesley YoungeThe first timeI tell someone I’ve thought aboutending itis right after the first timesomeone tells me…
Poempoetry-magazineGirl Blood Ritual TwoBy Amelia LoefflerYou might be wondering how I got here:red handed, pants down, under the bleachersby the football field…
Poempoetry-magazineGirl Blood Ritual OneBy Amelia Loeffler In kindergarten, I find myself sitting cross-legged on the playground, having a nosebleed. Steady, …
Poempoetry-magazinethe crop top quandary—dept. store editionBy Audrey Rose standing ajar in the fluorescent lightof her dressing room a twenty-something- year-old girl reached…