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Unholy Hunger

Katherine Kier

the blood shed from biting my tongue tastes bitter but you like it that way the blood shed from the fruit between my thighs filled with primordial records metallic and cl…

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Jul 21 - Jawbone, Ribcage by Emily Holman @maximumsparrow on Instagram. Her chapbook Dreamscapes of the Metaph…

No Apologies

Michelle Vivier

I refuse to apologize for all the ways I've sought out love and pleasure. I am so much more than my body and those I once let use it without ever having earned it. I re…

It’s Not Too Late

Travis Hupp

Looks like I'll have to do things differently No more hitting and missing intermittently Gotta buckle down and not knuckle under Reclaim my mind and unearth wonder Howli…

Full and Free

Maggie Devers

Spread a blanket on the grass Under the eucalyptus Lie down and feel the relief. Sit in the swing Let your hair dance in wind Hear the swish of your fuchsia parachute pant…

Reckoning

Anna Goodman Herrick

You have to know you're enough. And you have to remember. Then, you have to forget and tumble into the soft darkness and let it hold you Sometimes, if you'…

Morning Song Of The Bees

Louisa May Alcott 1832 – 1888

Awake! awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering vines. Awake! awa…

Jawbone, Ribcage

Emily Holman

I Split [The chord of my brain as it connects to] [] [my spine snaps; thoughts gone, gone] Myself Apart, [My spine snaps, a snare trap of my own] [] [melancholy desi…

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Jul 14 - Bricklayer by Katrina Kaye @poetkatrinakaye on Instagram, Threads, and BlueSky. Her website: poetkatr…

I feel the weight of always needing to be helpful, but never truly being known I was told to be obedient, but not to be asked. To echo kindness, but never be touched by it. To offer warmth but fr…

unwritten

Zaïnab El Meziani

Edited by Nabiha Qureshi

my words i speak them and sing all of me i breathe them with suffocating lungs i stand in the middle of nowhere and write them i then break the…

Two of Cups

Maggie Devers

When I was in grade school We made bookmarks from tarot cards For Renaissance Day And I’ve forever saluted the parent who made it happen In a world paranoid of the occult. …

i'm going to spoil the ending for you — it works out. the storm you’re in? it passes the weight you’re carrying gets lighter. the december chill you’re feeling — in a few months, the days get brigh…

The Muse

Anna Akhmatova 1889 – 1966

When in the night I await her coming, My life seems stopped. I ask myself: What Are tributes, freedom, or youth compared To this treasured friend holding a flute? …

Bricklayer

Katrina Kaye

This poem was first published in Catching Calliope Vol 2, 2014.

I want to be a bricklayer; something concrete as opposed to just impression. I want to learn to draw hands with…

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Jul 7 - worlds without blueprints by Paper Trail Poetry @paper_trail_poetry on Instagram

Jul 8 - Fringford Broo…

O, Cynthia

Cyn Grace Sylvie

This poem was first published in The Dewdrop.

Feminine variation The mound bending Delos Isle Where she was born with her Brighter brother; a white pearl sown Upon a black d…

I'm small, meek, pale and weak I’ll break if you’re not cautious. Watch your chosen words, I’m tender, I’m innocent as well naive, I break like glass, I burn, I ash. I do not wish to hurt, you can pl…

To take death

Maggie Devers

Chin hairs, on my grandma when she died. My mother sick with regret. We are all exposed in death And she took it on The chin Hairs of my friend’s grandmother when she di…

The Eagle with Blue Feathers

Kimmery Moss

He falls asleep connected to me His little lips on my chest Hours later he wakes again for more But I am no longer able Supplies are low, desires are low …