Posts in 2016
Two Poems

We exist down a road three miles from nowhere in particular, south of where we were born, north of one gulf, in the midst of others. So much blood in this dirt. So much green in the air: tornado season all year. Imagine a cedar tree taller than wind. Imagine a buffet of oaks:

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poetry, 2016SLMAmorak Huey
Two Poems

I decide to write more poems
about my father’s dick. I’ve seen it before

birth, the pupil of my mother’s eye a part of mine then.
We must have stared at it, erect with purpose, plunging

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poetry, 2016SLMDiannely Antigua
Two Poems

Wandering through the meadow searching for places where the dirt shows through— looking to where the trees touch the sky, thinking everything must be written in the grasses.

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poetry, 2016SLMKrystal Howard
Two Poems

Limbs pinned or slack, body relaxed, under attack, stiff hard smack. Darkness. A little dizzy, language escaping, the word no, its siblings: not right now, I don’t know, wait, please, stop.

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poetry, 2016SLMEmari DiGiorgio