Dream Seer
By Iroppoi Enzeru Last I recall, all fades to black Falling with what seems to be no end Trapped in a closet My arm burns with it Flames bring me to claws of steel. Tearing into my flesh Grows fierce...
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by Eileen Myles The language of the thought is the most important part right. Because a moment later it’s prose. When I think a pear is my favorite fruit. And I share this with certain dogs, shepherds...
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By Desean Irby Love contains so much Hurt, pain, so much giving And in return you get A fake, three-word sentiment. Not knowing how painful It can feel when I say I love you, and it’s not real.
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by Gerry Gomez Pearlberg Today, I’m the god to whom the young buck turns for comfort. The god in whose eyes a thousand liquid bodies find the last fresh and open water. The god who assembles the fallen...
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By Sakima You were there, just as I have always seen you. Dark skin, 5’4, slim brother, standing in your shadow. We were lovers. I saw you in my dreams years after we were no longer to be together. I...
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by Charles Geer Austin Junior had just ordered his first beer when Bud walked into Fergie’s. Almost everyone in the construction trades in the eastern end of Chester County hung out at Fergie’s, a...
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by Michelle Baker His room was dominated by a large clock. Six feet wide, it hung on the wall like an oversized school room clock; its upper edge just two feet below the ceiling. It stared down with...
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by Barry Blitstein My walk took me to the Williamsburg Bridge, seven blocks south to Delancey and one block over to the entrance. The air was not cold but there was cold behind the wind. I walked...
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by Joan Larkin In Tamilnadu where it’s still morning, where the mixed scent of burning rubber, incense and excrement hasn’t yet heated to a thing you sweat through your feet and tongue, where day is...
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(From one extreme to another) by Billy the Kid Close places: Big spaces. Afraid to be up high… Yet can’t stand firmly on the ground…Black and white… Day and night It’s all about “No Middle Ground,” And...
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