Tag: poetry
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“A Mental Breakdown” by C.A. Scheherazade
C.A. Scheherazade is an Indo-British poet, whose work has previously been published in Figroot Press and Kingdoms In The Wild. Her fickle muse can occasionally be found wandering under @caliphascheherazade on tumblr.
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“and then She was shipped across the world” and “Document2” by Parag Desai
and then She was shipped across the world to work and produce, and to work and produce, in a fortress of infinite greed, tending slot machines, for donald trump in february of ’93. She met the man she married after a lapse of two years. his belly had grown since then, his smile had…
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“ON THE WALL” by Moriah M. Mylod
Smacked for my ever first drawing A depiction of a Cephalopd on my bedroom wall I shared the pale blue room with my twin Cribs adjacent A marker taken out of the grips of my clinging little finger tips As my brother watched the beginning of my art career fail PAINT OVER, PAINTED OVER…
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“Life // slip // stream” by Elisabeth Horan
It’s nothing / hangs / like toile / white gauze / surgery / comes and goes / lab coats I never wore / monkeys & rabbits / guilty / I am always / I hate the inaction / I hate the mascara / raccoons flood my airways / knowing what I don’t or won’t do…
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“Portrait of a girl and her films” by Anjali Bhavan
take a scalpel to my temple and carve out; frame your questions and let my dreams splay out on your petri-dish. ask me what I really want. and here’s what I’ll tell you: sometimes, I want to be framed like a Guru Dutt film, I want to be nothing but cotton balls and luminous…
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“A Queer Hymn Sung by an Atheist” by Jeremy Mifsud
During my silent days, your corpse leans its heavy weight against the door. I lie in bed, on the shards of a smashed phone, burning incense, burning the sheets and any bed bug that might have kissed you. I breathe the fumes and hope to kill withstanding memories. I bathe in starry tears to…
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“THE WAIT” by Michael Akuchie
i keep a pinch of soul on the nightstand & leave open the windows of this room plagued with fear of the great unknown of my heart continually exposed to grief stricken events a bible nestles close, perfumed pages advertise ageless wisdom our fleshes meet briefly as stares are visited upon each other my mouth…
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“Damocles” by Jennifer Wholey
A haibun Brush firmly tangled into a deep nest of my hair, I learned about the sword of Damocles from my father one perfect Hawaiian evening. The sun was a picturesque blur of color bleeding on the horizon; I knew the brush must stay in my hair until it set, or I would surely…
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“Dead Trees” by Chloe Smith
You laugh, loud and clear, At my look of pure horror When you tell me what paper is. Careful, you’ll stick like that, love – You said, as I blink at the thin page, As barely there as my pale skin. Not at all rough, like its body outside, That glimmers with bright baubles, Even…