Etiqueta: poetry
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«Women of the Sun » Sheila Henry
«Women of the Sun » Sheila Henry Like chocolate, you are createdin various shades of brownfrom caramel to deep dark dark. Your beauty stuns,you are perfectly madeand your posture is REGAL You are Mother Earth.From your hips came all of mankind.Between your thighs life began. Your bosom is a source ofnutrition…
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«What They Don’t See» by Winnie
«What They Don’t See» by Winnie I have carried the burdens of manystacking them with my ownladened with a ball and chainwhile lost in a thorny labyrinth I have emptied others’ eyes of their tearsdrank their glasses laden with sadnessyet mine flowed in invisible rivuletssteeping myself to sleep I have soothed their…
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When the Sun Sets on Minimum Wageby Khaley Dela Rama
When the Sun Sets on Minimum Wageby Khaley Dela Rama The sun sinks behind the rusted gate,gold spilling on backs bent and sweating.We clock out when the streetlights flicker,coins rattling like loose promises in our bags. The jeepney waits, half full —our pockets are emptier still.The city murmurs of dreams…
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ECILA by Scott Thomas Outlar
The subtle difference between cattle prods & pinpricks in the fields, folds, & waves of sciatic ocean dualistic flashing codes break down to fractions & pie golden ratio beholden through visceral visions, blinks, & signs nostalgic troubadours still rock that wayfaring style a lick for the lesion a cut for…
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«An Anxious Soul in Love» by Rubia Navajas
«An Anxious Soul in Love» by Rubia Navajas Salty summer rain by the beach.Soaked and drenched by my tears.Grey skies always out of reach,mocking my every fears. Shivers trail my skin.Haunted by the looming years,always cloaked in sin.Among the crowd, my soul blurs. Yearning for those quiet nights.Your steady breath,…
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TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by Anjetta (Anjie) Williams-Brown
To thine own self be true, Make sure you know what to do Never agonize over the situation, Just remember the rule of truth, To thine own self be true. Friends may sympathize, But they can never realize, Friends can lend a shoulder to cry on, But they can…
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Featuring Poet Suzanne Austin-Hill
The Wink: Universally Likely to Be Misunderstood Why we do it? What does it mean?More than a pictureworth thousands of wordswith thousands of meanings Each completely differentdepending onbody language, culture, context, circumstancestiming, relationship lest ambiguous or appreciatedmisinterpreted or nonsensicalflirty and fun Can spark a laugh, share a secretsignal a subtle…
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«Forever Yours» by Bianca Alina
«Forever Yours» by Bianca Alina I’m watching the letters burn, their words destined to become mere ashes. The fire’s hunger is insatiable, much like the desire you’ve ignited within me. My love for you—this untamed flower has unfurled its petals, and my heart struggles to hold it all in. It…
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Freddie Freeloader by Ken Gierke
Freddie Freeloader / Miles Davis Slow and lazy, Miles’ horn opens the tune, subtle bass, piano, and percussion nudging it along as I climb into the truck, passenger side, a rare occasion. Anesthesia doing its best to hang on, though wearing off as we drive away from the surgery center,…
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«Body and Soul» by Richa Dinesh Sharma
When I open my bagMy fingers grope for hopesome light that I must’ve stolenas a souvenirfrom the rainforests, a long time agobecause in between tearsit’s hard to look for thingslike lost pathways in dense junglesthe light reminds me to find againsome days that I left behindin that Indonesian thicketmy body…
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«I Wonder» by Khaley Dela Rama
«I Wonder» by Khaley Dela Rama When interest sparks, we start to see,The smallest details, the intricacies.In seeking knowledge, we’re drawn so near,To things and people we hold dear.As interest bloomed, it lit a spark,With focused gaze, we watched the mark. Though far away, we sought to see,To know them…
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Abuela Popsicle by © KJ Hannah Greenberg
Beyond her covered window, urchins chirped or screamed. Neither they nor their parents seemed to have any concern about their elderly neighbor, Isla Fuentes, whose ground floor bedroom faced their play space. In truth, when she had purchased her “retirement apartment,” she hadn’t considered that the public sidewalk beneath her…
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“Bathroom Floor” by April
“Bathroom Floor” by April You take every piece of me until there is nothing leftI cry and silently weptMy mom, she is dead You promised til death do us partWhere is your heart?How come you took it this far?First time happened in the dark This broke me Can you please give…
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«Evolution» by Sam Barbee
Eons ago, the alligator ruled like an immortal. Slow-aging Amphibian, which explains survivalfrom a Yucatan asteroid’s next-day dust cloud.Arose to devour those weakened or dead.Thick tail to counter-balance attacks.Stubby brute reigns in swamps, dines in bogs.Claws to scale banks, webbed to swim bayous. Armored hide hardening through millennia.Indomitable except post-cranial…
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«Satur-Dazed» a Piece of Prose by Ken Tomaro
Saturday morning meant Saturday morning cartoons. In the still dark, I make my way on tip-toes, almost hovering through the hallway, feeling along the wall, to the living room. I turn on the television, turn the volume to almost silent so I don’t wake her. The room is glowing white…
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A Narrative Poem by C J Anderson-Wu
OUR BURIALS OUT AT SEA Rumor has it that we perished while attempting to flee this colony of injustice and oppression, a place intertwined with our personal history and memories. Unfortunately, a hurricane struck just after we set sail, casting us into the jaws of ravenous waves. Our bodies were…
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