No Reception
A thin fog escapes my chapped blue lips,like the ghost of a joint shared years ago.But oxytocin no longer kisses…
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A thin fog escapes my chapped blue lips,like the ghost of a joint shared years ago.But oxytocin no longer kisses…
Longing Willful abandon as you float in a cage. Time may pass,Yet this lust remains. Clinging to clean corners and…
By: Tricia Cherie Pickenpaugh Nothing is reckless,yet nothing is tame.Tossed like a hatchet,straight to the brain. Perception lies shattered,you’ve forgotten…
I am not going to fall apart because I have been there and done that and I have the scars…
Five words tattooed on my wrist a permanent reminder to my pathetic sad sack of shit self that there are…
The boat waves like a long lost friend The sail twists broken and flying like a flag Should we start…
Nostalgia I reminisce A beautiful daydream that takes me back to a forgotten place where we used to meet halfway…
By: Tricia Callahan There is only so much I can take before you push me away. Our street lined with regret. I lit…
By: Tricia Callahan Night approaches slowly Whispering Cold Ice Summerlee Road. Black pavement Green toads Tarnished textile Muddy little feet…
Autopoemography By: Joshua Medsker We ride out of the bookstore (rock bios and poetry in our day packs) twisting and…
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By: Savannah Schepp A few things about Clementine von Radics: first, she’s probably tired of being asked the same questions…