a poem by Heaven Collins I shouldn’t miss you and here I am my shoes drawing attention to me with their click clack nature while you sit in that emerald throne and I’m just tryingContinue reading
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Open Mic Renegades’ One Year Bash!!
This coming thursay if youre in, near, around, or passing through the Brooklyn area; help Open Mic Renegades celebrate their one year anniversary. There will be special guests (like Hatttress Barbour III @IAM_HATTRESS), food, vendors,Continue reading
TO PROTECT MYSELF I WAS MAD YOUNG
a poem by Karl Iglesias was parked in front of the police station between witches banging on the roof and your mother the hospital the honest purple the empty corner for I wore black slacksContinue reading
Premonition
a poem by Jess Harrison There is nothing left to see. Tarred wings of a blackbird. A goldfinch. A mourning dove. There is a bay of frozen water that traps a pier in moment. IContinue reading
I Am Ok
a poem by Rhonny Rosario i am okay with my heart .. b l e e d i n g .. if it means i can show another that the wound can heal Don’t forgetContinue reading
Teenage Brain
a poem by Jack Carroll I didn’t want you to hear that break in my voice that shake of my bones, that shame is my own. Afraid of accomplishing all and accomplishing nothing try againContinue reading
bacardi girl
a poem by Heaven Collins i think at least every woman has a point in their life where they are the bacardi girl. bacardi and diet coke, bacardi and fruit juice, straight bacardi. thatContinue reading
As Seen Before
a poem by Shanice Ariel This is how I die now. Disappeared with silence. Screams blurred and somehow I feel better. Thumbing lights, thundering beats of my soul breaking. Crimson red. These scars will neverContinue reading
Deep Diving
a poem by April Lemieux This forested silence. As heady and rich as the days of tree forts and skin that smelled of earth and sunshine. Scattered words the seeds that I gathered one byContinue reading
Confessions
a poem by Cheyenne Tyler Jacobs I have a confession to make I think I am scared of myself Not my full self But that one part of me The part that is not afraidContinue reading
city slick
a poem by Kaitlin Smith in the city where the rain sleeps, white dust settles on the blackened skyline. drought fleshes martyrs in the promised weeps in the city where the rain sleeps. (alleys aglow inContinue reading
Without her and work.
a poem by Ann Rosenthal The morning light, the intruder, burns at the bottom of the drape where its creeping begins, The sun waits for nobody, Even the restless trying to sleep in. The screechingContinue reading
Earth to Darren R.
an interview with Darren R. Scrolling through the blakhole that is Instagram often becomes a muscle memory blank stare into a constant stream of look-a-likes. All the close up selfies, “obligatory” bathroom photoshoots inspired byContinue reading
Dawn
a poem by Ann Rosenthal Every morning, the grey light Which is not quite yet blue But also not white Closer to steel than natural grey Dawns me. I sleep outside a church. I haveContinue reading
On-Sight: My First Big XII Conference
a poem by Ralvell Rogers II I was numb to all the beautiful black people, who filled the auditorium who I came from before Rockhurst and Emporia. I’m sure some of them can relate, butContinue reading
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a poem by Eric Campbell I strengthened muscles for you I did everything in my power to make it work out I focused on the areas you needed me to I gave my all andContinue reading
Ghoul
a poem by Anastasia Jill There is a dirty thing in your lips because you eat the maggots forging homes inside the headstone that brings you rest. You give me bits of corpse to eat,Continue reading
Space Between the Tissues in Gift Boxes of Time
a poem by Astrid Ferguson In between our words Our Hugs, Our Hands, Our Cheeks, I’m allowing space Space not to be measured by rulers or equated to time But space Just like the invisibleContinue reading
these tears are for you
a poem by Nia Mora you kept telling lies to get between my thighs said it was because you didn’t want to see me cry had you been truthful I would have done more thanContinue reading
RO-SHAM-BO
a poem by Christine Darragh On again, then off—phosphorus emits a curious glow, barnacles open, shut. Anemones bloom with the rise and fall of the sea —our own armistice-linked hearts tamed in this violet hour.Continue reading