Poetry

  • More Than Bread

    We gather wood and light the flame, build walls to guard against the rain. We chase the sun for food and gold, and count the coins our pockets hold. 

    We drink from wells, we mend our roofs,

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Starbathing

    New starust slicks the shingles

    On the ancient roof of the shed

    Where a couple of souls lie to clean

    Their greying teenage bodies.

     

    The streetlight turns off at

    Half past ten,

  • decisions

    i remember the crowded er

    the bright lights and hard blue chairs

    at midnight on a thursday

    i decided to leave forever (but did not succeed, nothing but a mere mark in my neck, a rope, and a bad cough)

  • Poetry

    By KickingKek363

    pain-filled grip of the past

    "It's not the person refusing to let go of the past but the past refusing to let go of the person."

     

    i feel nostalgia brushing her cold fingers across the palms of my hands, my forehead, the back of my neck

  • burning

    Burned at the stake for all to see.

    Boo! Scream the crowds, words full of glee.

    Smiles lit up the kids faces as they stared at me,

    While the witches cried out for a flicker of mercy.

  • We Are Loud People

    We are people,

    First off.

    People that for decades

    have screamed into the abyss of

    wealthy ignorance.

    We have lent voices far and wide

    without results.

    We have carved mountains with the 

    news

  • sukkot

    and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply

    bursting with food, we are overflowing,

    uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can