Poem
By Myles C. Poydras
i touched my feet in pattern
to a sound and steady floor,
creating more of myself
in suspended leaps…
to a sound and steady floor,
creating more of myself
in suspended leaps…
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my canvas—this black T
I grip, tug up
over my head, and lay
square on the autumn … - PoemBy January Gill O’NeilI caught her on reruns—Nichelle Nichols
from the original Star Trek series. She was
Black like me. … - PoemBy Nate Marshallour vow—
if vowless by thirty
then us
was such
a stupid, childish way
to say love.
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memories misled me
with their leavings, an engkanto
made my native … - PoemBy Austin AllenKeyed up after a sleepless flight,
we stared at the Place de la Comédie:
the stone Graces glowing pink… - PoemBy Austin AllenEven weeks after you went, they came:
Frontgate, Fresh Finds, Hearthsong—the names blurring,
the smiling… - PoemBy Tishani Doshikeeps waking me, even though it’s nowhere
near monsoon. At two in the morning,
and for every hour after… - PoemBy Tishani DoshiLike most people, I have not known
what to do with the stones handed
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another in a darkened room around 2:00 am,
giddy as if… - PoemBy Mark WaldronI don’t want to say
things were indescribably
bad exactly
but things were
indescribably bad exactly… - PoemBy Courtney KampaIt’s an hour before noon, and Amtrak train no. 56 rips a path
through the rain outside Baltimore,
its … - PoemBy Gabrielle CalvocoressiNot an optimist. I lie awake at night and say the name
of everyone on the block and for three blocks … - PoemBy Anne Halsey1. Recent death of mother, keeps house for old father.
- PoemBy Kevin PruferAn antique spacesuit with a skeleton inside it.
For many years, it has circled the earth.
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Sometimes… - PoemBy Kevin PruferThe sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while…