**I feel like stanzas four and five still need a lot of work, and that they’re not quite crafted to the expectations of what I’m trying to achieve with this poem. I’m obsessing over this piece, though, so it’ll get fixed. In the meantime, feel free to edit/nitpick/comment/query where you see fit. All criticism is […]
A great slam poem by Slug. If you can, find it set to music by Futureshock. It’ll make love to the poet’s ears in your brain.
Once upon the loves of the past, I had a fighting spirit. My naive self with its young will held on for us, always; I was raised to choose my battles, but instead I fought every single one. I thought I knew that never letting go meant true love. Now, I sit all alone on […]
I. Sometimes I think we could break with the beauty that’s in the observation of a single moment in our own skins. But the elasticity of boundless understanding will keep us together. II. Lips whisper “look at me,” as cigar smoke cascades out my mouth to whirl in the wind. Malbec, a cheap resplendence is […]
I recently came across the concept of the theatrics of sex, brought on as a whispering sentence in a prose piece of a new friend. She seems so much like me, this mirror image of a girl, with feelings and words and careers like mine. I do not know yet. So I study this concept. […]
Second Draft of my poem, *From the Other Side of the Law*, originally posted 02.23.2012 – It’s dark, the München city street lights are lit, so we peel the illegal stickers from the posts. A vigilante collection of streetwise sayings, colours, and shapes, and people. At the pub by the church, I steal a silver spoon […]
I contemplated the rooms of my heart, pushing air around in the emptiness of inexperience; prodding at the fullness like a child to a dead thing on the river’s shores. I wait for the alarm chimes to break through the heavy morning, that American call to prayer. Less elegant than out in the black sands, […]
My dearest heart: I need you to slow down. As I breathe in once through my nose, and twice out my mouth I can’t help but let my imagination get away with me and the constant anxiety is causing my chest to parade in ways I’ve only known a handful of times: handful like the number […]
