…july.
wilted cereal in a bowl / we
drown in brown boiling milk.
the haze of sparklers and fire-
works add to the deafening heat
that drips into
august.
caged in by smog,
air smells of cigarettes…
The eyes have it: weight, such that they can’t even roll.
This is one of those moments when I should probably listen
to my body but you know how it goes when someone talks
too much for your taste (c…
brilliant elixer
fuck me up
fuck me dead
why does
academia
hate me
i’m ready to
sacrifice
my body
to a career
something
boring like
teaching teenagers
why romeo and
juliet did or
didn’t die mak…
I was on my back that morning
standing still & running
half-turned, fetal &
spread eagle
& curled up
along the edge
of the hospital bed
and the doctor says
“It’s time,”
& I already know because
it…
Our hosts Logen Cure and I.S. Jones review their favs from our Winter 2018 issue!
(Get caught up on Winter 2018 here: soundcloud.com/voicemailpoems/sets/voicemail-poems-fall-2017)
This installment …
Another storm has the neighbors' chickens
all lumped together and subdued, so
I can't hear them from my attic room.
Rain has thrown itself
for days against the roof.
"What is the cruelest month?" pe…
End of the year gray. Anchors
Where balloons should be, or:
Could peace wait on the outer
Bank of sane. How in the holiday
Buzz to say nothing for clear, that is:
Give me back remembering,
Its atte…
i.
In the other world, everything smells like cherries.
Every phone call is the news of someone's death,
and every cigarette is candy. In the other world,
you tell me you do not love me every day, a…
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It was yesterday or something, when I heard
the song playing in a store, asking
do I make myself a blessing to everyone I meet?
I don't sing it to myself, exactly, but I do repea…
The town knows about darkness, the slithered purple
that comes on the land when rotation hides the sun.
Something gathered, slow and heavy and electric, almost
as though the town knows evil is comi…
we're crying in a costco parking lot
fiending for that intimacy we once felt
because every so often we lose it and
then i get depressed when i think you deserve much better
sometimes i think i dese…
the ammonite an index of sutures
i got tired of cataloging them
hermetically sealing little traumas
afraid they'd get to know one another go boom
little mother catastrophes instead
i smashed little r…
He had created a type of 3d paint,
was one of the first things he told us.
As we followed him upstairs to his plant
filled apartment, we decided he was lying.
It wasn't long until he told us about…
"when you see a mountain coming,
get out of it's way."
my uncle, six-two and oxen
told me after clipping my wing.
i learn at an early age
to be a black man
is to see a black man
and fear his size, m…
My mother calls them phases and maybe
that's an accurate representation because
they're lunar, edges of something, the kind
of scrambling you do drunk in the dark.
It's a lot of being drunk in the da…
All soldiers believe Charms in their MREs are foul luck, bad juju,
more than just a dark talisman, a virtual death sentence.
Patrols have been called off if some dirtbag private
straight out of basic…
my head is full of blood steamed like latte foam
pressing open the seams in my skull,
burning through folds in my brain like a shot luge.
my head is the generating station in the delaware river,
de…
Klu klux what?
I'm a such
A tool for America
Hands scraped raw
Hammered deep into cotton
Fly up and it rains gold
I'm a Midas
But was forced to turn
Inanimate objects into fortune
To fields of green…
sonnet for Trans Lifeline & February 2017
& for Kai
It snowed last week & the clouds slept lower.
I wonder where your body went without you,
who unraveled it & what came falling
from their mouths. …
I set down my flaming sword long enough to stare into
a hunting trip photo at my Grandfather's
memorial. It shows two men, and him between them in
a dress and wig-hilarious joke (everyone
laughed), …
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Mon 05 Feb 2018
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