clusters of granola and cane sugar swarm, densely coating the thumping heart gurgling rancid pomegranate seeds and flaky scales of fish oil pools slovenly on the oceanic floor it drips steadily into the fetid waters, moments before pinguid bubbles rise ...
Lonely halls, mundane walls, I see you every day. Bump in passing, no true asking; Never much to say Same is said of You and me; Two functions that coexist, But never stray that time of day Or venture from the flock Quick "hi" in passing, no true asking...
I sit in the quiet library and listen To the tepid ticking of the large grandfather clock And the gentle scratches of pencil meeting paper. A familiar tune drifts through the room and I hum along. Dropping my pencil, I lean back in my chair, and a sudden wind...
You tell me to be myself, Yet you try to fix my every flaw. You tell me not to do anything bad, Yet I see you breaking your own law. You tell me to change the world, Yet you do nothing yourself. You tell me to use my skills for good, Yet your talents lie on a...
Spilling out from every crevice of society Dark red tendrils choking the necks of the Black and the Brown, Of the Indigenous, of the Latinx, of the folx who are Transgender And I’m screaming, my voice hoarse and until the white fist renders Me useless ...
so many tragedies coursing through this blood, alive and electric, haunted by Phlegethon’s unnavigable currents humming like a razorblade pressed to skin. when night falls: a poet, a jester, a spectator, speechless at where your kneecaps press against...
Like satin, the syllables slip off of structured stanzas, stumbling then settling into the softened recesses of my heart. I swallow, and then this art, this poem, plummets, like stone, like a cherry pit, into the round of my stomach. This is it: what we have lost to...
The belief “words ignite” defined Thursday’s Get Lit Classic Slam Quarterfinals and Semifinals competition and the Daniel Pearl Magnet High School team embodied that idea, lighting a fire with their poetry. After both events, the team placed fourth overall. “The poets...
wrinkles shift beneath tattered sand bushy bristles curve in gentle slopes pointed high towards the evening sky chirps crowd the dewy air Mixed with the melody of a howl hoots pierce the clouds, twisting and slipping between fluffy snow like a...
the loneliness secluding you seems to comfort you, the pain within you seems to hold you. you once think about the isolation cell you placed yourself in, and you imagine nothing more than the feeling of giving up. quite ironic, no? the liking of...
