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Fringford Brook

Violet Jacob 1863 – 1946

The willows stand by Fringford brook, From Fringford up to Hethe, Sun on their cloudy silver heads, And shadow underneath. They r…

worlds without blueprints

Paper Trail Poetry

Letter blocks, green, blue, and red, Are the only reading materials For a solitary teddy bear Lodged between two toy tractors Collecting dust in the old t…

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

Jun 30 - Someone, open me up by Lindsey @writing.by.lindsey on Instagram. She is currently working on a poetry…

Look it in the Mouth

Katie Gilmour

all I really want is for you to make me something only you can make let it be a chore let it take hours let your back give out later because of the way you ha…

The American

Connie Helena

in repose I chose a bit of small white coral hidden in my pocket so as not to get caught collecting at the beach has gone out of favor my rebellion it is so tiny g…

She’s got a handle on it

Maggie Devers

She won’t let me clean the dirt from under her nails She holds onto it as a matter of distinction, An indication of her interests. The grey, opaque polish cov…

First published in The Thieving Magpie

No one needs to invent time travel It’s already here. We’re already traveling. The slam of a door layers then with now. Raised voices split screen brains send …

Sonnet: To the Poppy

Anna Seward 1742 – 1809

While summer roses all their glory yield To crown the votary of love and joy, Misfortune’s victim hails, with many a sigh, Thee, scarlet Pop…

Someone, open me up. Fillet me, from my shoulder blades, kneed out the knots I’ve collected throughout the years. Flip me over and crack open my ribcage, lungs deflated, heart popping out at yo…

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

Jun 23 - Hunger, as Salvation by Ariel K. Moniz: @kiss.of.the.seventh.star on Instagram. Her chapbook, Nostos …

fatal dance - a love story between fire and wood

Velvet Poetess

there is this certain hunger a hunger that cannot be satisfied by another but you I reach out my hand don’t let it be in vain for we bo…

Gender Affirming Care

Nikki Grierson

When I was a girl Little flurries of hair Began to sprout Here and there At first I didn’t notice But then something made me care What if other people see, …

Inheritance

Maggie Devers

She tells me she likes the new side Where they eat pomegranates all day And her life Sounds like an ancient poem Chanted down the ages To her at six. I wonder if the myths …

playing god

Michaela Godding

(The average person forgets ninety percent of their dreams. I have started keeping tallies on a notepad next to my bed to keep track of all the forgetting. I wonder if en…

Shadows

Harriet Monroe 1860 – 1936

What is most near? Ah, sweet dead year- Thy fallen leaf And gathered sheaf, The presence that is fled, The vows that once were said- …

Hunger, as Salvation

Ariel K. Moniz

This moment, sun speckled and innocent— I speak of prophecies, i plant seeds of affection in your perfect, peachy ears, and it means that I am thinking of tomorrow…

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

Jun 16 - Midlife Calculus by Britt Kaufmann: @brittwriter on Instagram. Her website: brittkaufmann.com. Her bo…

After I Lost Him

Barbara Ehrentreu

The sun still shined Though its rays didn't warm me Encased in my shell of grief My body felt neither heart not cold One entire side of me was lost Lopsided I staye…

Him

Christy Granger

This wasn’t supposed to happen You were not supposed to happen What a special ability you have I do not trust easily I do not trust at all I gave up on love years ago It was not…

She has a new god

Maggie Devers

Her god is ecstatic dancing Surrender to the music, feel the beat in your marrow, your feet planted, the earth holds you, spin with her, faster and faster, until all t…