All posts tagged: poem

Stevia sweet, sweater weather

Poetry and photos by Somi Jun Are we as outta here as those blue nights, when I looked down and saw my street, lit yellow in a haze. As the night I couldn’t sleep in your bed, woke at 4am and sobbed to the sound of amen. As the half hour I shaved and saw the V of my thighs in the mirror. As Friday night boogie right. As the fall of her toes from the trapeze. As his Christmas gift and I see now I am grown without a witness. As the last rite of Mercerism, that damned two-way street. As outta here as dead road, a one-way train through the suburb.     Eye One 15 hours under the weight of glass, my  feet curved into the side of a self-proclaimed anarchist. I fell asleep to speech of Burning pigs and bitching chicks and a baking planet’s Wrath, old as fenced animals. His throat warbles Through a plea to the nuclear family’s dog. They sing: Food before bombs. My last night in Los Angeles, …

Girls / Between the Lines

A collection of writing and photographs found in Iowa City, the UNESCO city of literature.  Included are works from New Jersey and Nebraska in the USA, as well as from Oman, on the Arabian Peninsula, and Moscow, Russia. These writers met through an international program at the University of Iowa; these photographs were found in a local antique shop. Look between the lines and ask for whom is woman? for whom is love? Poetry by Deryn Mierlak Montclair, New Jersey LOVE IN THE TIME OF HEINEKEN the dolls tell you first you see their expressions lost in the cold paper of porcelain as he buoys his lips against green valleys of glass in the spaces between sunlight there is one little one, with golden reams of wheat-beer curls who whispers he’s at it again and you laugh her off, but trapped in the painted planetary pull of those lifeless eyes you see him, played back from twelve hours ago set in the crystalline chrysalis world of self-hatred then there are the siamese twins with horsehair pigtails, …

wild animals // poetry by Maddie Davis

“words… are wild animals.” Wild poetry by Maddie Davis. Text version: cable car Hold hat against head, push dress to thigh in an attempt to remain modest. Passenger loses dollar, floats to crack between tire and concrete. Bird pecks face from bill. phone call The only thing that makes you laugh is a story about a homeless man on Muni. He ate strawberries like divinity told us that the garden of Eden was the whole world. static electricity Fingers slip against newly shaven skin. Dry sheets imitate lovers a cruel joke by the laundry. Not everyone has an uncle one that won’t look them in the eye shuffles mutilated thoughts between legos and porn uncle who speaks Korean and has PTSD cause he could only handle cars not the engines inside them uncle doesn’t sign cards even sent on major holidays merry happy wish you all written by aunt some mothers and fathers are only children and their babies aren’t given books about dragons, angels, greek poets each one marked with a blank notecard from …