Poems from poet

By Sarah My little brother wants to die in a burst of fireworks, scarring retinas as he explodes across the sky- except he didn't say it...
By Anne My southern accent used to be: wild honey boiling on a stove an old woman standing in a barrel of raspberries stomping jam to juice...
By Mina Jimmy with his crushable wool hat is in the living room but I can't hear him making a sound. Who likes to think that there is a...
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By Bea New morning trying to get to that point that point worth getting to where the words flow like heavy tears wrung out like water from...
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By Bea As far as lyrical growth is apparent, he’ll be good. He’s been missed like periods in planned parenthood and I know his ass needs a...

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