Poetry

Words from Presidents Jefferson, FDR, JFK, LBJ, and H.W. Bush to Biden Friends, fellow-citizens, and Americans. The world has been growing worse. Sowed by seeds of hate  From indifference, ignorance, and arrogance.   It is an arena of turmoil, of poverty, of strife. Civilians ruthlessly murdered with bombs from the air. Deprived of happiness, of […]

Illustration | Patrick Ignasiak O Poet! my Poet! your life on earth is done, The tapping on drums, long since begun, Lets me sing a song of verses valiant and free, And helps me write this very inspired elegy; But O heart! heart! heart!   O you which many generations expand       Help

I speak in harmonies words by Michael Elsaesserillustration by Maria Vidal Valdespino   I’m proud of the way I talk;Each word handcrafted by generations before me,Carved from great stone, and shaved of splint edges.Each flow stems from rhythm,Each tone, mother’s tongue.I am but one square in a quilt,Stretching far beyond the horizonAnd stitched through long-lost hometowns.My

17/09/23 – I killed a spider today. words by Anemone Van Leeuwenillustration by Raquel Lewin   It was smaller than the tip of a pen and I crushed it thinking I could move it out of my way. It died in my hands, at my hands, so small that it could have been a speck of dust. I wondered

let me give you half bad poetry mildly therapeutically words by Marie Kinderman i can’t believei was one of thoseeye-batting freakstormscome hither boy aren’t i gorgeouswhen i can’t evenshow o$ my ittie bittiesbe a grown ass missieoh that was high schoollet me give youhalf bad poetrymildly therapeuticallyshow youi grew up better thanchapped lips picked skinpining

A Lover words by Klark Janowski They paint the forest trails / to resting places, crow’s feet / for loving eyes / and ripples of a smile / like wings off your lips. They drink you in / the soil for ribbons of a storm’s rain / and veins carrying light / to fill a beating sky. They know

Rabbit God words by Victoria Wai Kei Liillustration by Vincent Quach When I first clasped your hands, I told youabout the Rabbit God; now we are in this red hallof statues and incense pots. For too long,the gods spun red yarn under the moon, but notfor us—eclipsed smiles, symmetrical skin soft—until our predecessors came back

t(ransformative) 4 t(ransformative) words by Kieran Guimond My name has never felt more                                                        minethan when you’re whispering it tome in the warmth of your arms. I hear the

Daydream words by Alexander Kolomesky In your presenceThe evanescence of thought begins to driftYou hold me tightI curl up in blissAnd go in for a kissOnly to realize it’s my pillow I fawn over amidst the abyss