Poetry

Witchcraft

Andrew Hamilton
You are the voice of Stevie Nicks, and I am Lindsey Buckingham’s guitar chords strumming Rhiannon out of the coffin in your ribcage. Copper wire luring Sale...
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Superstition

Courtney Cook
I bought a book of poetry titled depression is a thunderstorm and i am a scared dog and I wanted to revise it, change ‘depression’ to ‘life’. I think about...
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Ape-Like

Courtney Cook
lines in italics written by Josh Olivier   We sit stoned on the couch, our feet sweaty and outstretched. The smell of them in the air. You read...
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hibachi night

Mikaela Grantham
we watched a guy build a volcano from an onion. this seems to be going well, i thought. turns out, i actually do like sake. we watched a guy make fire by lighti...
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ALTAR

Michael Wayne Hampton
Why do you return to the gravesite   after strands of words read wrong draw circle around your feet     After the stone has been rolled away? and nothing found ...
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Days Fly By

Frank G. Karioris
The days that just fly by are the best and worst. What happens in them? Where did they go? For the most part I would say that to the largest degree these ar...
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VIBRATO

Lauren Saxon
We spent the night performing blood transfusions pumping alcohol into each other’s veins to displace the sadness Drunk enough to grow, but not drunk enough ...
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Balloon

Rachel Chen
mascara doesn’t drip down your cheeks / you can’t even have this / an accepted expression of sadness / tears won’t come / they take effort / breath / breath / b...
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[Recovery]

Kathryn Paulsen
If you can suppress the symptoms for three years we might agree that you no longer have it and may freely regress to the hard-hearted world of the healt...
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Grinding My Teeth

Meg Johnson
Don't you hate it when your imaginary boyfriend is mean to you? I've really built up a lot of resentment toward him. I found out he slept with an escort. Yes, i...
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little z

Holly Day
last night I dreamed about your fingers on my flesh my body too small to take your words anymore, I am not your handpuppet, mister last night I screamed mysel...
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Drive Through

Douglas Cole
He wanders up to fast food windows hoping someone will hear his confession. A seagull flaps over his head and he rises in bed almost hitting the ceiling fan. He...
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ghosting

Charlotte Covey
there are a few men who i know only in the biblical sense. they have never taken me to coffee, and i have never met their mothers over thanks- giving dinner....
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