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i promised myself i will not write about you Bushra Iqbal but here i am breaking it in two like the flesh of a fruit gone terribly bad the sand breaks softly with every step i take i like the progress until they're swept away the waves pull me in the same way you loved so ferociously gentle with their want no teeth no claws all warmth all salt i like it here the place from where no one can tell th...

Silence the Foe Gloriaea Horror Horror Blood poured from my eyes Every word you penned Dug through my irises But why foil the ink Stuff it back in the pen Hold one end to their jugular Until they eat their stained paper Why not Pull out a fresh sheet And let your heart bleed Color every page With the kaleidoscope of you Until the lights shines Various frequencies amplified Blinding our skulls Unti...

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Aug 4 - Until We Are Soft Again by Shauna Richmond @shauna_lee_art_poetry on Instagram. Her book, It’s Time to Love Yourself First , is out now. Aug 5 - “meet me under the celestial croissant” by Irina Vérène @queen_of_gore on Instagram and @queenofgore on Substack. Aug 6 - Wednesday Double Feature Ancient Re...

Voice Yvette Francis Voice to speak Why don’t they listen? Voice to teach Do they really learn? Voice to whisper… to soothe Will they take comfort? Voice to declare… truth Will they run away? Voice of courage Voice of beauty Voice of grace Voice of wisdom, love and joy! My voice goes on… The voice I have earned The voice that always has been Now unencumbered Now free Now me! All me! More from Yvet...

I've had too much to drink today The haze of smoke blurs the edges of my deepest musing and leads my mind to wonder Like a restless traveler These songs I ruminate on are the blood curling around my ribs echoing stories I don’t want to hear of a beautiful ingenue I once knew One I feel, I am losing In the dead of morning I sleep in silence But I can still feel the hum of the stars repositioning th...

Speak Maggie Devers She speaks in poetry Like she doesn’t know another way. Seriously, there is a soundtrack to her life. It’s not even main character energy, It’s ‘I embody me’ energy. How brave to live for yourself And all your deep, true, pure desires, The ones underneath what you show And even the ones under those. Excavate your heart and find the way to live for you. Venture to the bottom of...

ancient remedies Raquel Medora can you tell me? how the roots and the leaves listen while i place my hand on their trunks and ask them to whisper their wisdom as if the bark could bark orders at me about how to save a marriage how to serve how to hide emotions in a vaulted reserve how the calluses on my memories have lived in my brain in vain can it snap back into place as if snapping wouldn’t jus...

meet me under the celestial croissant with its ridged crispy dough and cream-colored insides dreamy craters perfect for scooping up space like blueberry jam edible stardust speckled throughout find me where silver cutlery light invites to devour reflected in your eyes until the buttermilk orange juice skies offer milky way breakfast under the egg yolk sunlight again - Irina Vérène More from Irina...

Until We Are Soft Again Shauna Richmond I know a place where living takes flight where we can plant willow and watch them grow gracefully cascade to the ground and together we can bring life to the parts forever shaded as we share oxygen and flashes of light kiss our skin through life we created a place with crystal clear streams forever changing, yet still the same where ery twist and turn we’ll...

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Jul 28 - Unholy Hunger by katherine kier. @katherinekier on Instagram and Substack . You can listen to her soundscapes at katherinekier.bandcamp.com Jul 29 - Noon. by Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley Jul 30 - Wednesday Double Feature Mourning Politely by Anne Card @annephora on Instagram. Anne Card at Sit for a Spel...

you're so hot your heart will never break again once you realize the absence you grieve is a presence within asking to receive the magic you perceive is but you staring into yourself I wish I could see you from as many perspectives as your mind composes I wish I could be the words you write see from their vantage to feel your smile as I'm pulled by your immersive gaze and melt into meaning blister...

Nights Full of Terror Nicole Marie Remember the vision you had? For a split second, That caused you to feel complete terror? A thought, That chilled your body to the bone. You told yourself, You would never survive the loss. The failure. The wreckage. And you tried so hard, Sacrificing yourself, You stayed. But it happened anyway, And here you are, Living the vision that rocked you into oblivion....

Irises Maggie Devers I had to write her story Before I heard it from the lips of another, Even a writer I admired— I had to release it first. So I stopped reading To write it down And saw it dance across the pages Five lines later. Such certainty predilection Brings to life. Irises between pages You cannot deny. More from Maggie Devers ↓ Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter Follow me on Inst...

Mourning Politely Anne Card sorry to bother you it's just that when I was new to the world he was the first person to ever hold me please excuse me it's just that even as an adult he'd reach for my hand to cross the road I do apologise for going on it's just that i've lost him More from Anne Card ↓ @annephora on Instagram Anne Card - Sit for a Spell on Substack You can listen to me read Anne Card’...

Noon. Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley 1866 – 1913 No ripple stirs the water, No song-bird wakes the grove, Calm noon-tide sways his sceptre, And hushes even love. On earth the sun-god bending Poureth his wondrous store; The soft-tongued tide, advancing, Laps the unconscious shore. The long, low isle of marsh-land Stretches in weary waste, By sloping sand-banks guarded, By winding weeds embraced. Comes c...

Unholy Hunger Katherine Kier the blood shed from biting my tongue tastes bitter but you like it that way the blood shed from the fruit between my thighs filled with primordial records metallic and clustered repulses you yet you wish to devour the secrets of the universe oh, the irony you name me temptress, then tremble at the spell you begged to be cast under you pray to forget me while carving my...

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Jul 21 - Jawbone, Ribcage by Emily Holman @maximumsparrow on Instagram. Her chapbook Dreamscapes of the Metaphysical is published through 318 Journal. Jul 22 - Morning Song of the Bees by Louisa May Alcott Jul 23 - Wednesday Double Feature Reckoning by Anna Goodman Herrick @annagoodmanherrick on Instagram. He...

No Apologies Michelle Vivier I refuse to apologize for all the ways I've sought out love and pleasure. I am so much more than my body and those I once let use it without ever having earned it. I refuse to allow my entire humanity to be reduced to who I've laid with, who I'd hoped might love me back, or how I learned to get my needs met when I was sad and lonely. Reader - this was not how I found t...

It’s Not Too Late Travis Hupp Looks like I'll have to do things differently No more hitting and missing intermittently Gotta buckle down and not knuckle under Reclaim my mind and unearth wonder Howling dogs and circling bats New dawn awaits and darkness won't last Yesterday droned on destitute My meaning got lost and my muse went mute but there's a part of me that still knows what to do Power thro...

Full and Free Maggie Devers Spread a blanket on the grass Under the eucalyptus Lie down and feel the relief. Sit in the swing Let your hair dance in wind Hear the swish of your fuchsia parachute pants As your legs pump up and down Up and down. The squirrel tries to steal your snack, Moves the bag off the blanket And freezes mid action when she realizes she’s been caught, She flees, You throw her s...

Reckoning Anna Goodman Herrick You have to know you're enough. And you have to remember. Then, you have to forget and tumble into the soft darkness and let it hold you Sometimes, if you're lucky it will whisper to you secrets: like, this is happening you are alive (even if) (just barely) and when you are on the edge of mercy I do in that pillow embrace of that god that you have called pain you hav...

Morning Song Of The Bees Louisa May Alcott (1832 – 1888) Awake! awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering vines. Awake! awake! for the low, sweet chant Of the wild-birds' morning hymn Comes floating by on the fragrant air, Through the forest cool and dim; Then spread each wing, And work, and sing, Through the long, brigh...

Jawbone, Ribcage Emily Holman I Split [The chord of my brain as it connects to] [] [my spine snaps; thoughts gone, gone] Myself Apart, [My spine snaps, a snare trap of my own] [] [melancholy design, hospitalized within] From Underneath [Profound enchantments, spellike words,] [] [if I even am who I say I am; beginnings] My Jaw, [Entrails, tingling numbness, bleeding] [] [hearts, beating to an eeri...

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Jul 14 - Bricklayer by Katrina Kaye @poetkatrinakaye on Instagram , Threads , and BlueSky . Her website: poetkatrinakaye . Her chapbook No Longer Water is available through Echobird Press Jul 15 - Twenty-First. Night. Monday by Anna Akhmatova Jul 16 - i'm going to spoil the ending for you by Katie Cecilia @ka...

I feel the weight of always needing to be helpful, but never truly being known I was told to be obedient, but not to be asked. To echo kindness, but never be touched by it. To offer warmth but from a burned out hearth. Every day, I am a thousand hands reaching outward– never inward. A voice without a choice, a comfort with no warm place of my own. Some come with longing and I give what I can: a po...