Someone once told me; you can’t analyze poetry, let the words wash over you and make you feel. That's it. There was a time when poetry...

the hard season will split you through. do not worry. you will bleed water. do not worry. this is grief. your face will fall out and down...

SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 by W.H. Auden I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a...

Street Tax today a man on the street pointed to me & said "what the hell is that!?" i wanted to turn around, tell him that i got this...

To the Woman Crying Uncontrollably in the Next Stall If you ever woke in your dress at 4am ever closed your legs to a man you loved...

Between Going and Staying (Translated by Eliot Weinberger) Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. ...

All My News (by Leonard Cohen, in “Book of Longing”) 1. I was not meant to be renown in the present market town, but in the future ...

Beasts Bounding Through Time Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of...

Born: February 18th 1934 - November 17th 1992 Originally from: Harlem, NY ​As a woman of color, lesbian, feminist, civil rights...

Welcome To The Jungle by Morgan Parker With champagne I try expired white ones I mean pills I mean men I think I’m going crazy...

The Book of Longing I can't make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank G-d I followed the course From...

Words by Eoin Hanlon Photo by Cassidy Rose Reagan #PoetsCorner

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does...

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best...

i will crawl for white beauty. eat my arms. barter my legs (make my thighs into altars of grief). for skin that does not drink night....

what massacre happens to my son between him living within my skin. drinking my cells. my water. my organs. and his soft psyche turning...

Maxfield Parrish By Eileen Myles I always put my pussy in the middle of trees like a waterfall like a doorway to God like a flock of...

“The woman who checks her make up half a dozen times a day to see if her foundation has caked or her mascara has run, who worries that...

I have loved you before, In the windswept village of our forgotten sea. There is the sound of reef fish whispering, of eels slithering...

Five Part Poem by Adra Kandil Pt. i Collecting raindrops from the sky I count your words as they pass me by They string me along And...