By Shireen Madon
You stood beside our god, you anointed a human king, and yet you are forever
rendered the shortest of…
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- By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Linda HoganWe lived in houses on stilts.
The tides ran beneath us.
We who did not follow rules of a church
were… - By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Jacques J. RancourtCan I still call you
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped … - By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Kashawn TaylorI walk down a dim hall, and appreciate the coruscating layer of wax on the floor(how I could sleep there…
- By Chris Hoshnicxxx
In the truck at his funeral time catches up to me / beaks me into
opaque-ness / a cog in the… - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Natalia Treviñomi ’buelita Socorro
woulda loved this
basilica, un homenaje
for la Virgencita, the story
of her life, her… - By Xochitl-Julisa Bermejoin your kiss or fingertips,
or how you liked to say goodbye,
arms squeezing through my middle
to lift… - By Alexandra Lytton RegaladoThis morning the wolf did not want to get out of bed.
The moon ate the sun yesterday and we are all… - By Mag GabbertA teacher once said chaos touches everyone, so that became my refrain.
Did we want to lose all we had… - By Kemi AlabiI used to pray to a man-faced god.
Kept his whip beneath my bed.
Set alarms for daybreak lashings.
Pressed white cotton to the flay.
Made flags of the bloodsoak.
Raised them from my window.
Called this worship.
Dreamt heaven a jury small as a county
where nobody... - By Kristi Stoutthumper coaxes bambi out of the cave
begs him to name springtime things.
bambi sings copper. everything… - 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 Marvin K. White1
The seed does not contain the flower. The sun does not contain the fire. The eye does not contain the vision. The body does not contain the dance. The mouth does not contain the song. The knee does not contain... - By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible
that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped
with a fly inside his Material
Transformer: bits of the man emerging
gooey, many-eyed; bits of the fly
worrying that his agent’s screwed him—
I almost flinch to see the body later
that’s left its...