by Amy Covel My heart is composed of tiny pieces. Throughout my life, I gave them away, one by one, some to those I wish I could take back who abused and destroyed that part of me. Other parts of me were given in love, never to be given back…
Poetry Posts
My Parents Always Said
by Amy Covel My mom always said You love to write But don’t rely On it to live Have a backup plan My dad always said Don’t rely on a man For your living Get a job That sustains you After he’s gone My mom always said Your faith is…
divorcing Eve
by Scott Christopher BeeBe we divide the kids like cars and now I’m off course hit the deck nothing is left inside my breast wicked like nicked snickering on the playground at my expense – derived by things done & said – nothing’s meant no blushed downlight at sunrise; eventide…
True Self
by Chasity Gaines In the wide expanse of the mind, The innermost thoughts of Individuality Internal dialogue of self loathing A constant barrage of human flaws beyond control, a reminder of every wrong move, misstep, blunder Every wrong word, look, and deed. A struggle to balance the conscience and subconscious….
Taking Back My Name
by Eddie Brophy I wasn’t prepared to stayI wasn’t indoctrinated that way,sobriety only begets more painand I don’t know if I’m preparedto enjoy all the splendors of the mundaneand find a career that pays the bills,just so I can afford what truly fulfillsa band-aid placed on my heartby my actual…
Blinded
by Khristy Knudtson Flying on frontage roads,sipping iced coffee,and carbonated water,thrift-store findsstuffed in the hatchback. Two 30-somethingsignored their latestexistential crisesfor a sunset, a summer high,singing Third Eye Blind and The Cardigans.
Survivor
by Laura LaJoie Once we were friends I didn’t mean to offend Leaned in for a kiss I made the mistake to resist Young and naïve My innocence I now must grieve For he was cruel and impatient He reeked of desperation Hands gripped my thighs A wild look appeared…
Dusk
by Amory Cutting What a color for a night,The blues behind peachBehind a white plantation shade.The amber of her skin swallowing whole the last drops of sun.And her garnet hairis soaking in the darkness engulfing the western shore.I am lost in ennuiLost in a never-ending race against the moon.And in…
Unremitting
by Marc Livanos I touch cool grittybay waters,full of blue-green wavestossing and rollingplayfully animated,as they crash against the shore. I taste saltiness,carried and flung ontwisting twirlingmisty sea breezes –briny, fishyforever saline. In this roux, the laughingcries of seagulls carrythe wisdom of the ages,as their mocking attitudetaunts me –dude, go home,…
Jailbait 8
by Scott Christopher Beebe it’s been far too long since I’ve seen the sun drift pastyour wide-open eyes matters for naught thatwhen we last spoke, you had said,“Hate the way (I) play this forever dream”of which you’d never seemed apart of its themed scheme each night, we would lieour heads…