Forgetfulness, or: Oblivion

Poetry Partners #19 'Forgetfulness', a poem by bodypositivefemme of 'Ann_Within' I dropped what does not swim In a bottle a boat The note from start A thought to keep A piece of body felt, the part I ripped From the person you once loved It could not forgive Or erase the touch of life And… Continue reading Forgetfulness, or: Oblivion

The prince, or: The pauper

Poetry Partners #14 A poem by varityteller of 'Truth and Recovery' I'd give much too much to get the fairytale back, But I know it would still turn into nightmares of black. I'd lie to myself one more time; Drink deeply of the honeyed wine, Ensnare myself again and cut you some slack. I want… Continue reading The prince, or: The pauper

Not to be, or: To be

A Cleave poem looking out for a place to go these words find their audience hall to perform in… you, such as you are and you aren’t… and whoever else will harken, such as your poetry community members of many clever, nuanced allusions that draw subtle connections to desperate, yearning loneliness, understanding much of our… Continue reading Not to be, or: To be

Like father, or: Son

A Cleave poem I fell in love with the city of my birth, but my deep commitment to family could not provide support enough to get me through that period of those difficult days that most required it because I was alone. so, I sucked it up, as was my father’s way, which he would… Continue reading Like father, or: Son

Broken beings, or: Vessels

Poetry Partners #5 A haibun by Barbara Schaefer of 'solitary 4 tomorrow' love forlorn regained freedom by an inch growth beyond pride I am reporting here on a complex and deep long-distance platonic love. I sought it and entered into it freely but ended up having to extricate myself very very carefully. While I thought… Continue reading Broken beings, or: Vessels

Memories, or: Dreams

My 2nd blank verse EPIGRAPH: We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.–Jeremy Irons (b. 1948) ... regret and failure, hopelessness against bulwark stubborn the generation's this; responding before breathe and pause; pain and anger the stifle and, kiss, hug, smile shall I; do… Continue reading Memories, or: Dreams

Push, or: Shove

A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos sweat beading up on my forehead; glasses slipping; cotton undershirt drenched through, sticking tightly flat feet shifting just slightly, shin muscles shooting sharply, absorbing jarring jolts, careening heavy laptop and accompanying charger, mouse, keyboard in my backpack, bumping others air conditioning is requested by an old lady;… Continue reading Push, or: Shove

Mind of, or: Matter

A 'Wheelchair Angel Style' poem My foot fractured, I stumbled around upon crutches, and never will I forget that experience. Still, truth be told & painful though that was, I was walking around again only several weeks later. Ultimately, those many days increased my appreciation of the daily struggles that my friend Jessica must contend… Continue reading Mind of, or: Matter