By Colby Cedar Smith
I loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden…
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden…
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- By Kemi AlabiI used to pray to a man-faced god.
Kept his whip beneath my bed.
Set alarms for daybreak lashings.
Pressed… - By Christian J. CollierBetween us, there are one hundred one
umber haints in our home.
In bed, we discuss
our future, our children… - By Christian J. CollierI used to think
there was only one of You
before the miscarriage.
Now, I am not so sure.
Maybe there are… - By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of… - By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible
that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped
with a fly inside his… - By Cyrus Console
Rotor wash, or the downward-flowing
Air by which our helicopters formed
Imprints in the jungle grass… - By BazeedIn the hiding
hour of autophagy
ghosts hang out all day and talk to us.
An archival haunting demanding… - By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft
Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw
Were not himself… - By T. S. EliotTwelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations… - By T. S. EliotI
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends… - By Mechthild of MagdeburgAh blessed absence of God,
How lovingly I am bound to you!
You strengthen my will in its pain
And make… - By St. John of the CrossI.
In a dark night,
With anxious love inflamed,
O, happy lot!
Forth unobserved I went,
My house being… - By PatacaraWhen they plow their fields
and sow seeds in the earth,
when they care for their wives and children,… - By Destiny O. BirdsongAfter Donne
exeunt my heart, evangelical god, for you
are still frosted and feathered somewhere
in … - By Teresa Pham-CarsilloI crouch on grass with wet denim knees,
smoke in my eyes and a cat-scratched throat,
hands cupping the… - By Kwame Opoku-DukuIt gets messy underneath the veil
when the strength it takes to be
can zap the moisture from your skin… - By Michaella Batteni.
i am sitting in sunday school
in a handsewn pink dress and white lace tights
i am putting my hand… - By Julia EdwardsBehind me, a man retrieves waterfalls
of coins from a vending machine while
laundry owners fold cloth… - By Bob KaufmanMy head, my secret cranial guitar, strung with myths plucked from
Yesterday's straits, it's buried in…