They ask me if I’m happy here— I laugh, too loud, like it’s a joke. I say, “It’s fine. I’m lucky.” Truth is: I swallow glass
By The Kind Quill9 months ago in Poets
“Memory drives. Wingbeats rise. This is where the soundtrack swells.” SOUNDTRACKS AND WINGBEATS Sometimes my mom and dad visit me.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Stuckness I was planning to go outside this afternoon but then I started thinking about what California must have been like in the 1920s
By Brian D'Ambrosio 9 months ago in Poets
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadia9 months ago in Poets
The Apartment After You Left The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not just the absence of your voice — but the way the air itself refused to move. As if even the walls were holding their breath, unsure of what came next.
By waseem khan9 months ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
He is such a cutie, And he crawls to sit on my lap, This morning deciding to slip up my shoulder, Well, hello little one,
By Tambourine Man9 months ago in Poets
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
The book smelled like memories Of hushed-low voices And warm embraces Of rustling pages And soft imaginings The book smelled like memories
By Alexander McEvoy9 months ago in Poets
Begin by apologizing for what you haven't done. - Apologize for all the noise. You shouldn't have laughed so loud, or had the audacity to breathe,
By Autumn Stew9 months ago in Poets
Wake before your body is ready. Feed the baby. Feed the silence. Feed the despair. Forget you were hungry to begin with.
We learn quickly how to vanish from the family table when we break the mold. We learn quickly that vanishing is easiest, safest, less painful.
