Poetry – Page 53 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

And then I thought… How can I climb this Mount of Ever needing Rest? Shall I start one stain at a time? Jealous of the 17 chosen to immortalize moments. Ink the language. Skin the canvas. Mouth(s) water walking a fine line. I assured no accent required. I insisted only Read more

Bad Lands

March 30, 2018September 15, 2018 Julie Anderson

There is a spring in the bad lands. I remember water infused with strength. Crystal shine, pure. Cold. Frozen. Celebrated as a true believer, gloating hypocrites baptized me. In the bad lands, that spring. I became a disciple. They hid the truth. They hid their demons, They hid in the Read more

For James

March 28, 2018October 15, 2018 Elisabeth Horan

Hey man, it’s ok. It’s me. You don’t have to do this anymore. My name is just a name. The rope was just a rope the weed was something helpful – at least that part was fun. I left you, and I am sorry. I wasn’t as strong as you. Read more

Great Game Changer

March 28, 2018October 15, 2018 Ann Christine Tabaka

Once … Once upon a time … Once upon a time there was a vibrant young girl, full of passion and ambition, full of pride and self-worth. Time … Time is the great thief. It beats you down when you are ill-prepared. It takes more than your youthful appearances, it Read more

Sweet Spot

March 24, 2018October 15, 2018 Arlene Antoinette

I explore my body amazed at the softness of my skin. I am in awe of my breasts, the ease in which they fall to the side as I lay on my back. I use my index and middle finger to trace my areolas and nipples. I clasp a nipple Read more

Vitamin D

March 21, 2018October 15, 2018 Kira Stevens

I’m sitting on your porch thinking about the cloud I could be stepping off of but nevertheless still feel melted into you’re over there throwing something at a beehive your parents told you not to touch it’s beautiful out the sun’s bright as hell I don’t think I’ve gotten a Read more

HOME

March 20, 2018October 15, 2018 Carly Zee

Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Punched in walls Scribbled pages ——— Torn All mute testimony To her anguished cries Rat’s nest of fear Addiction, fury Ideation, escape All because of scribbled pages ——— Torn Punched in walls Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Photo Credit: Read more