Poetry – Page 2 – Maudlin House

Balloon

Rachel ChenFebruary 12, 2019

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 PaulsenFebruary 5, 2019

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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An Ode to Those I Love

Ben von JagowJanuary 27, 2019

I love my mother and I love my dog But this poem Acknowledges The others. Male, Aged 25-34, In the red Volvo Driving down Yonge Street. I love...

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Between

Kelli SimpsonJanuary 27, 2019

Between the pages of The Handmaid's Tale a pressed flower...

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Thou Shall Not Suffer a Witch to Live

Stacy Jane GroverJanuary 18, 2019

What was it you said about revenge while we watched cadmium flames turn black-tile at midnight? That revenge is an unshouldered recoil, a fatal ricochet? No, th...

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Grinding My Teeth

Meg JohnsonJanuary 17, 2019

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 DayJanuary 16, 2019

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 ColeJanuary 12, 2019

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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Water

Judy LuoJanuary 10, 2019

i see everything in me that i am not...

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ghosting

Charlotte CoveyJanuary 7, 2019

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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One Top-speed Supersonic Turbo Cappuccino

Stefano CalligaroJanuary 5, 2019

#1 LET’S SAY I AM A FAMOUS AUTHOR AND I TYPE FAST LET’S SAY I AM A FAMOUS DRIVER AND I RACE FAST THERE’S NO SHAME IN IT, YOU ARE A VEGETARIAN AND I’M H...

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Diet Mountain Dew

James Croal JacksonJanuary 2, 2019

my job? refill your addiction slam it out of storage into the office refrigerator the mountain stream having peaked at an earlier age you say it gives no ...

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while talking to the elephant statues in my psychiatrist’s office, i realize they are more human than i am

Ally WhartonJanuary 1, 2019

i am starting to wonder what would happen if god blinked while creating someone. what are the side effects of being unfixable?...

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[ Printed on Wine Bottles ]

Tyler FriendJanuary 1, 2019

Icebox Plum : This zinfandel is sinful, sunny. It’s so round it’s about to bounce away—be careful! It’ll hit you on the nose with its licorice and clove, except...

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Ode to The Uninvited Mouse In Your House

Micah ZevinDecember 4, 2018

While we are sitting in front of the TV watching GIRLS, we take a pause. My wife walks into the kitchen. There is a mouse on the oven roaming around in sear...

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Dark Comedy

Matthew JohnsonNovember 25, 2018

Take it easy. It’s just a joke. Lighten up. But how could I lighten up, For there is black on my skin, And black within my soul? &n...

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Noise

Samantha HuiNovember 25, 2018

I love to be with people But I hate the noise My ideal would be a crowded bar Clicked to watch on mute Smiles, frowns, glasses overturned A pint thrown a...

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The Benefits of Being Neurotic

Trevor PlateNovember 25, 2018

The benefits of being neurotic The broken glass on repeat A selfish gene slipping through the blood stream All the strangest points coming to a headache A...

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21

Paloma RiveraNovember 25, 2018

I am made of deoxyribonucleic acid. My fingertips are made of me. I am made of hydrogen. My tongue is made of me. I am made of myoblasts. My blood is made ...

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alternate universe

Gabrielle SpearNovember 22, 2018

after safia elhillo, for ali slavery ends for real this time the brown boy walks free his whole life stretched before him his body no longer...

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An Acoustic Cover of Black Flag’s “Society’s Tease”

Glen ArmstrongNovember 16, 2018

I am a fragrant animal. My name is Nectarine. I can’t keep pace with youth trends such as Tide pods and Childish Gambino. I am the snake skin that I have a...

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haibun for the depressed as they dream

Grace GilbertNovember 15, 2018

midnight, lake’s cool edge. hands in wool coat pockets. you left the party again. silvered waves reflected in scratched lenses. the cruel distant echo of music...

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FAILED PRODIGAL

Jessica Morey-CollinsNovember 14, 2018

Lawful—the apple falls and bla bla. The rot prohibits me from enjoying this episode of Jeopardy. Guesses sentinel each of my teeth, chomp chomp. These definitio...

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Playlist: On Repeat after Kendra DeColo

Michelle Aucoin WaitNovember 13, 2018

the soft buzz of sunset in the Mississippi heat humming to life, wavelengths of color remixed, reimagined in the desert to match the tempo of wa...

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#anxiety after sam sax

G.J. SanfordNovember 12, 2018

even if i wanted to speak i’d stutter there are so many fcking parties i stand at the periphery with eyelids chattering i am bound to cross over into...

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Ode to The Cure, The Birth of Emo, & The Internal Battlefields in Post-Trump America

J.B. StoneNovember 9, 2018

Oh Robert Smith, how you professed your denial of being Goth, and I know being labeled the indirect godfather of emo is something you may not agree with...

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The Patron Saint of Dorito Dust

Justin KarcherNovember 5, 2018

Every night death rebuilds our city in its image paper airplanes lusting after the wind carried like tabloids or crystals from crib to crib friends falling a...

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