Category / Poetry / 2019 / Spring 2019

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  • The Church Closed on a Sunday – Aremu Adams

    The young girl moves up on stilettoes,The church denies her entry on Sunday. It’s 8am, the church is closed. Sentry-Man says rapture is exclusive in nature. The young girl moves up the stairs & sits.Her sins are as heavy as her countenance. She has committed Gomorrah, a contagion.My poem & the birds doubt she would…

  • on scene – Tohm Bakelas

    it was Sunday May 6thwe met up at the cemeterywhere my grandparents resideand buried my mom well, a portion of what remained of herit had been five months and two dayssince she died afterwards we stood aroundnot saying muchamazed we even found the gravestone i learned i was the only one whostill visited the cemeteryit…

  • An Open Letter to My Brain´s Remains – Bekah Black

    Darling, I love you. I don’t knowWhat I did but I’m sorry. Take me backGive me what I want. What I need.Let me slip my hands beneath the skullAnd cup you in my palms, breathe a kissOn your tender membrane, coax you to a place of pity.Or, if you’d prefer, I could crush you like…

  • Our last moments together – T. Ben Bryant

    our last momemts together                          t                      u                  csparrows      t h e                  s         …

  • The Allotment Guy – Gareth Culshaw

    He grows his leeks upside downas he says the world is inside out. A row of carrots shoulder the soil,The holes in his jeans are from the knuckles of bone that have becomecrooked with every shovel lift or wheelbarrow rumble. The weathersits in his eyebrows, and time creases his skin. But he doesn’t care.He grows…

  • Conjuring my Last Lover – RC deWinter

    when i imagine youyou’re a chimeraassembled fromassorted partsthat somehowneatly fit togetherin a patchwork ofsurprising harmony your hearti’ve stolen froma bold gold lionlawless untamedking of beastssomehow it beatsthis royal heartin steady rhythmmatching mine your armssinuous and strongi have abductedfrom a bearboth brave and cleverbut they endnot in those vicious clawscapable of rendingtender fleshbut in strong handscapable…

  • Take Two – Prairie Dyck

    How to take the stains out of blood‘Gently used’ surpasses a euphemismUnzip the front and it all falls outIntestines and indiscretions puddle on the floorDistressed genes not in a fashionable wayBiological anarchy, synapses with hydrogen stabilityWeighed down with gold turning to leadNot enough alchemists around to contrive valueLanding softer than expected on moss fieldsGrown beneath…

  • Eclipse – Karina G-Lopez

    DaisyAn eclipseSalt of the earthPepper and paprikaSeasoned strands, rootsRed rollers Rolling pinsSaffron stained handsCafe y azucar y salsaNo chips on shouldersBate que bateEn su bataA batellarA majarY guallarLa GuerrierraA mastermindHer cocina is a canvasSeamstress, chef and artistFoods that sootheSew and stitchStents and stitchesShe kneadsShe kneelsShe is churchShe is CarnivalMemories and mistakesUnwritten memoirsMoonshine before midnightManzanilla in…

  • to Death – Jennie Lee Harris

    I told you my fear and      ​you laughed​;    but I was serious     and I was true—I do not want to leave my youth. Age and fragility,             they scare me—     I’m bigger than spiders       and darker than the darkbut time is beyond me …

  • enough. – Mari Jagt

    i am enough,i have a bodyto fit with the mountain ranges the precipices of my spinedaunting and snow-cappedmy back grows jack-pinesand sequoia trees alikemy mouth flows outfreshwater lakes even thoughmy toes are dipped inthe salt of the ocean i am enough, my curvesmimic crashing wavesmy soft stomach a flowerbed of irises and liliesmy eyes have…