High Praise So when I make like she’s some bitchin’ tent, or if I go, her soul’s a righteous pole, don’t mean no disrespect: I’m
Tag: Poetry
Sashimi Course By Sofia Bening
Sashimi Course Remember how they found him in that chair? His eyes rolled back to greet his withered brain, his skin in flakes that
(breath) By Kate LaDew
(breath) I can cover up my eyes until no light shows the break in the world when breath stops and a heart cuts
Two Poems By Collin Lovelace
(untitled) Breathing heavy steam This bath makes rust of my lungs I know how she died (untitled) Leaves make percussion Wind strikes tree
The Misanthrope By Murzban F. Shroff
The Misanthrope I hate poetry, I hate poetry The only thing I love is Me I hate flowers, I hate flowers The only
What would she have done By Ted Millar
What would she have done? If that teacher had had a gun when her student pulled one from his desk, the question is, what would
Grand Little Things 