The Undefeated Person by VIPLOB PRATIK I stand alone in the field Locking house windows, all of you are shrieking I like the act of viewing people's spectacles and I feel that people are but a...
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You and I in the Furnace by VIPLOB PRATIK Just as the fire rages in the furnace when the wind rushes through the stoker you are blowing your breath all over the coals of my anxieties and the...
Why Hurricanes Were Named After Women by FRANCO BERTUCCI They used to name hurricanes after women and fathers who have daughters know why, and if I were a woman, I'd be flattered To be...
Drench by DANNY KEIGHTLEY I lose my breath in your cinnamon falls, that straggle the arc of your spine, like an opaque river. I let my fingertips waltz your stomach's inhales - palms against...
Woolgathering by NORHAN ZAHER Sometimes I wish my heart would grow white columns and hanging plants that when broken it would develop into something delicious and sinful and...
Broken Rib by NORHAN ZAHER You were something dark, rich and halting lingering on the tip of my tongue Not quite peppermint drops Not quite cinnamon. But what was I? Braids, jasmine and...