Tag: Poetry

My heart murmurs with the hum of cicadas I’m on fire the way they made us   I spin in circles around and around again Huff down the air as the screams begin I’m unstoppable as I ride this night bus My fingertips graze along stars as my eyes set upon mars   I’m flying above, walking along the cusp The cracks upon the pavement fall from beneath  The descent of chemicals calls from Hell’s gates I am nothing, I am forced to wait   “I’ve come close so many…

Very Very Close “Proud Boys stand back and stand by” Tremendous Tension   “Forest Management” “We need immaculate air” Oil Industry   “We are fighting it” “I caught it. I learned a lot”  “It’s going away”   “Prison reform bill” “criminal justice reform” “I took care of Black…”   “nobody tougher”  “on Russia than Donald Trump.” Good relationship   Mr. President “Did you just use the word smart” You forgot the name   By Hue Bean

Going mad from writer’s block, hysteria at  1 am, the calm settles and   I let the words flow out of my brain, my fingers have a conscience of their own   I feel like I could go on forever, or at least until I fall asleep    the only time my brain is  silent, completely, utterly, silent.   By Sophie Dufresne This poem was inspired by the song “Ramblings of a lunatic” by Bears In Trees

My grandmother always frowned At her reflection. “La vecchiaia è brutta,” she would say  With a sigh as she looked down  At her hands, Where she saw deep folds and wrinkles  In her skin,  Like they were one of my grandfather’s shirts, Which she was unable to smooth out.   With resolve, she chose to drain the water  From her eyes into a pot, Where it began to boil The raw dough she kneaded With the valleys of her hands.  She served us dinner with tomato sauce From her veins,…