by Lena Ho
If I take a grain of sand
And steal it from a heap
Away from a mountain
That hum the stars to sleep
Is it still a heap?
Tag: poets
A Softer Kind of Audacity
by Jess Whetsel
I find myself shaking when I read the news these days.
My hands tremble as I take the world in, worst-first.
It feels like spoon-feeding myself toxic sludge.
It sits like a stone in my belly amongst the rising tides
of bile and acid. There is only so much I can stomach
before I have to lie down like a Victorian woman on a fainting sofa,
the back of one hand kissing my damp forehead,
the other arm lolling towards the floor like a corpse limb.
Tall Child
by Taya Wynn
Sometimes I still am the child who never cried:
both brand new and weary
screwing fists into white-knuckled pacifiers
seething with anger
before she could even comprehend what it was.
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Writing Prompt, V.
We invite you to send us your thoughts in the form of writing or visual art or basically anything, on the theme of revolution.
Below are a few questions to inspire you.
Read More »Duty
by Shamik Banerjee
And weeps the river when the parting year
Deprives him of the sunbeams’ waltzing flame;
And tears the father as the time draws near
When his dear girl will take another name;
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