Rust-Tasting Hope I’ve drunk from chipped enamel cups, from faucets lined with red, from pipes that coughed up yesterday and iron in the bread.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Every morning and night my cat stares at the moon. I walk into it as my day begins and she stares wanting me to come back soon.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Poets
dear halo of hers, did she let her hair down tonight? is her duvet still grey? do her eyebrows still tell on her? i guess what i'm trying to say to you is that you see her in ways i don't anymore. you hover above her city the way you do mine, with pale indifference. you are the impartial witness to how her name still quivers in my mouth.
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
To My One True Satellite – I placed night-blooming jasmines atop my coffee table last night in hopes that their sweet scent would swiftly sway upward
By Jose Antonio Soto2 months ago in Poets
Dearest Moon, You who wear silver wisdom upon your skin, You who pull the tides and cradle the secrets of women I write to you with reverence,
By Cadma2 months ago in Poets
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
Dear Moon, old lantern nailed into the sky, I write at last and wait for your reply. You’ve watched empires crumble into dust and stone,
The Soft Apocalypse The world did not explode on cue or split along its spine; It frayed in little tender ways—like yours and sometimes mine.
When Mirrors Blink Some mornings, glass forgets my face and gives me someone new— a version half a frame to the left, a shade the wrong-hued you.
Cathedral of Cracks My heart was never marble, never spotless, never sure; It’s brick and plaster, rent-controlled, resistant, and half impure.
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
Letters to the Unsent I’ve written you in weathered ink and drafts I never name, in subject lines that start with truth, then backspace into blame.
