Poetry

You Forgot Who You Were When Our Table Lost a Chair by Summer Young

We sat at the table with clean plates the lamp flickered as though    mourning Benjamin Franklin or taking the time to praise him    and house mouse was not afraid to run across your patent shoes   neither of you sure why both are here   On Christmas day I gifted you  with a… Continue reading You Forgot Who You Were When Our Table Lost a Chair by Summer Young

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The Handprints Inside Us by Afrah Bari

Each day I see the many ways in which we impact the people around us; and they, us.  From when we feel compelled to tell them what we think, to us wanting them to voice their opinion. We seek to not only affect them, but also their validation. We feel incomplete having not told them.… Continue reading The Handprints Inside Us by Afrah Bari

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Life by Sultan Sajid

Leaves falling from the tree Following in the footsteps of unknown Crumbling up into memories Of the unseen People walking by Towards money and fame Not being able to see What they step on What they spend on Crumbling the leaves Memories of seeds Break into pieces Stepping on hearts Of the people that are… Continue reading Life by Sultan Sajid

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Offer by Juan Bautista Correa

I don't have much to offer, only two restless eyes, all the music I’ve heard and a great hunger for life and understanding.   I can't give you more because I don’t have it. I haven't earned  the right to have it.   I must admit, I don't like when I’m wrong, I hate the… Continue reading Offer by Juan Bautista Correa

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Cure! You Menace by Mohid Bin Abid

In captivity of the cure, He laid dormant for days, Splendid was he on his feet, He tries to paint upon his greys, His spirits have him far from the edge, He carved another line on the wall, Waiting to break free but, Patience and Temptation, it was a brawl! Cling! Cling! Cling! And he… Continue reading Cure! You Menace by Mohid Bin Abid

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Creepers pt.2 by Natalie Caulwell

It comes with a punch-drunk stroke of bad luck, and knocks the air out of your lungs; your vodka windpipe burns black, makes you breathless - and settles in your bones.  Your body will heave a breath of dog tiredness, And you wonder if it’s from carrying around the weight of solitude, Or from the… Continue reading Creepers pt.2 by Natalie Caulwell

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Immortal fruit by Sophia Georghiou

This summer we’ve lost each other in healthy heat. I hang about all day straining the flesh of my apple to its core and singing to you through its juice. Whilst holding on to young weight I poke my arse in the air, let myself labour in your lap like a puppy that’s found something… Continue reading Immortal fruit by Sophia Georghiou

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Writing a New Something for Later by Jack Stacey

A new hairdresser came on set of a Johnny Depp film I wish I could work on. Big fan, huge crush ‘n that. Mr. Edward Scissorhands, Captain Sparrow Gilbert fucking Grape, don’t introduce him while she’s got to cut his hair, meet him before hair cut day. Might trim off his head otherwise.   You… Continue reading Writing a New Something for Later by Jack Stacey