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a soul of no age, shifting in and out of internal organs, white blood cells curse, being held back in the busy traffic of the body. signs flash with warnings of disturbance, the heart screams in agony, corrupted, deflowered at the hands of an invisible poet. skin aged 25, gives way to new textures, wrinkled flesh and flaky liquids, a soul of no age, settling within the whole, calcium sucked dry, h...

What I love about women’s sports Lauren Mantis It’s the sweat / the ponytails / the surprise of acrylic nails / women moving like predators instead of prey / the endurance / the focus / their serious faces / only smiling when they’ve achieved something beautiful / the little girls in the crowd learning / this is another way a woman’s body can be celebrated / watching a goal lift a sea of people to...

Unfinished Men Miss Greenwood I can no longer burn for two. And certainly not for three. It's that truth which might shake your comfort zone, but in the end - it sets me free. Seeing potential without any action leads to some sad and mad dissatisfaction. I’ve seen potential, yes - but without any action, it becomes a ghost. A haunting echo of an almost-love...you know, that kind of love that hurts...

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Aug 18 - As I sit frustrated at the world’s apathies by Mar Lamar @marlamarrr on Instagram. Listen to her songs To the Moon & Someone to Blame now. Aug 19 - She will always be an unfinished poem. by Nur Houda Or @neverjustathought on Instagram. Aug 20 - In which I explain myself by Alex Dawson @alexdawcre...

Home Narayani Goenka I scratch the walls till my nails break.. till the sound of the scratch sends an unrelenting wave of anxiety through my body till there is a forced call in me to stop. I submerge my head in my bath tub full of water and count to 20, then 50, then as long as my limbs shake as if I'm caught in exorcism. I gasp, not sure if another moment in it would mean if I have won or lost. L...

Hope is Dancing James Roethlein Lying alone each night, empty arms aching, all the while hope is dancing hope is dancing hope is dancing in my dreams when I’m awake I would seek to see the sunshine in your face the heavens in your eyes and to hear the melodic honey of your lips that would turn my lemonade soul sweet. And I would hope And I would hope And I would hope you’d dance duet with me all t...

I Seek Solace I Seek Peace Ro Hefzu I lost my chance at education, My possessions scattered like fallen leaves, Obliged to forsake my heritage, I buried my treasures deep in the earth. Most of my kin have drifted away, Our dignity crushed beneath harsh boots, All in the pursuit of peace and identity. In the end, I fled my homeland empty-handed. In a democratic land, I struggle every single second...

In which I explain myself Alex Dawson I want the garden, not the flowers in their sterile vase, I want the bees, the fruit, the soil under my nails, I want to make a meal of what is true. The grit and grief of life, the words you never said, caught in your throat, I want them like I want the birds to follow the invitation of the moon. When I was young, someone peeled my eyes wide like wild grapes....

She will always be an unfinished poem. Unfinished in the way she lives - where passion collides with fear, and potential and failure reside in the same home. There is this great risk, a constant edge of falling apart no matter what she pursues. That’s her way through the world. I wonder if she chooses this incompletion or if fate carved it into her life before she ever had a say. And I wonder - if...

As I sit frustrated at the world’s apathies I see my daughter happily chasing light leaks spilling through the window they’re doing their own dance breaking up the room’s darkness “I’m chasing the light!” she screams It jolts me back to the present (she’s always teaching me lessons) -Mar Lamar More from Mar Lamar ↓ @marlamarrr on Instagram Listen to her songs To the Moon & Someone to Blame now...

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead. Aug 11 - Silence the Foe by Gloriaea. @_gloriaea on Instagram. Gloriaea’s Atelier on Substack . She has an upcoming release planned for 2026. Aug 12 - i promised myself i will not write about you by Bushra Iqbal @lettersformedusa on Instagram. Aug 13 - The Biggest Lie by Gabrielle Kay @gabriellekayartistry on...

Baby Blue Marble Old Fart with a Guitar You ask me why in the world do many little things matter to me? Why in the world can’t I ever let anything slide? You say i’m piling up mountains of sand i’ve collected from mole hills Why in the world can’t I just go along for the ride? Well, it’s the why in the world that twists in my mind like a mystery When I see bandits and bullies and arrogant villains...

Words Are Fairy Dust Misti Marie Elmore Presumably in disbelief I chased the star of Psalms Sang a song of lamentation Wisdom proved me wrong Temptation swept me into her I confessed and swam away I look for the morning star To turn and eat the day More from Misti Marie Elmore ↓ @mistimarie8 on Instagram

I Will Sing Louder Than Bombs Aslam Sheik Sleep, my child, though the night is wide, I’ll hold the dark from coming inside. Close your eyes, don’t hear the sky, Just hear my voice, I’m standing by. I will sing louder than bombs, Louder than fire, louder than drums. Even if the world comes undone, You’ll only hear your father’s song. Windows shake, but your heart won’t break, Not while I’ve songs l...

The Biggest Lie Gabrielle Kay The biggest lie you've been told Is that the world doesn't need you That no one needs you to understand Or needs you to be understood That the world doesn't need you to know everything or anything because it is completely indifferent to you and will continue spinning anyways Because it does Your world wants you to stand in your feet Needs you to stand in your feet Mov...

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...