#box of poetry

[purinna]

In arabic we don’t say “you got to me”, we say:

لا السيف يفعل فيني ما انت فاعلٌ.

ولا لقاء عدوي مثل لقياك.

ان بات سهم من الاعداء في كبد.

ما نال مني مثل ما نالت مني عيناك.

“No sword can do to me what you did,

Nor meeting my enemy is like meeting you,

If an arrow from the enemy landed in my liver,

It won’t destroy me like your eyes did.”

[softinvasions]

Eurydice to Orpheus • Nov. 2023

eurydice’s silence is resounding. you can put anything in that emptiness. —@finelythreadedsky

[stephreynaart]

Can I ask about how Fiddleford and Ford created Rosie? Not a weird nsfw-esque question, but more like, what kind of science do you think would’ve lead Rosie to be? Was she a tube baby?

You’re not the first to ask

I know everyone’s curious

I just know that this topic

Can make some people furious

A success, I have done it!!!

It was a true anomaly!

A lab grown egg

That was mostly made from me

We had two options

Fiddleford and I

Either put her in a tube

Or be carried by a guy

My more experienced husband

Suggest it’d be me

For he was too squeamish

And full of anxiety

“bah!” I proclaimed

“This will be easy”

Little did I know

I’d be the one who was queasy

She kicked and she stretched

She kept me awake

I endured, and ate junk

All for her sake

The day of her birth

Is still on my mind

A blizzard flew in

And left us in a bind

The snow piled up

The power was out

And my mind soon grew

Some smalls seeds of doubt

With no proper exit

What of our child’s fate?

“Its alright”, Fiddleford claimed

“She’ll just have to wait”

Patience is not

Something she understands

I felt pain in my body

From my feet to my hands

With rope in my mouth

And a sanitized knife

Rosie McGucket-Pines

Came into my life

Six fingers, Six freckles

And her father’s nose

She was so perfect

And had all of her toes!

It was painful, it was bloody

I’d been through a lot

I looked at my husband

And said “next time, we’ll adopt”

[thatsbelievable]

[atlantis-just-drowned]

"I would help you bury a corpse!"

Well I would bury yours.

I would carry your weight on my shoulders and walk for miles and miles and miles. I would bring you where you always said your heart belonged. Where you always wanted to rest and explore. I would watch the sun set and dig the most comfortable grave for you to sleep in. I would carve your name into a stone with my own hands and write how much I loved you. I would lay you down into the freshly turned earth with all the gentleness I could muster and press a kiss to your cold forehead. I would tell you goodnight and wish you beautiful dreams. I would cover your pale body with the soil and the salt of my tears. I would plant your favourite flowers upon your grave. I would visit you every time your absence would weigh too heavily on my soul. I would give you rest. I would give you peace. Because it's what you would deserve, above all else.

[apoemaday]

The Bee Box

by Lowell Parker

In this small box, my love, you’ll not find a ring, but instead, a brave little bee. He’ll be dead by morn, having given his life defending his flowers against me. I felt his sting while picking the small purple pansies growing wild along the roadside, in hopes of an afternoon bouquet for you. And I grieved the sting, more for him than me, knowing full well the price he paid for my small pain. And I allowed him his victory, leaving his flowers as a memory, and brought you instead this brave little bee, who proves there is love even in the smallest of things.

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather on Boxing Day in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was disappointingly dismal, dark, and dripping wet, but it was also unusually calm and mild, so Algy decided to explore his assistants' garden, which he had not visited for a wee while.

When darkness fell he was amazed to see a sudden eruption of Christmas lights, and flew over to investigate. Algy was particularly intrigued by a pair of small illuminated reindeer, and being still full of festive high spirits, he just couldn't resist jumping onto the back of one of the deer. Crying "Way for the Sport of Kings!" Algy started to race away with his new Christmas scarf streaming out behind him… But strange to say, he did not seem to get very far on his galloping, galloping steed:

Now is the season of Carnival. Who's for the sunlit course? Who's for the beat of galloping feet And the day and the way of the horse? Who joins the dance, tho' Lady Chance Pleasure or pain may yield, Who comes to the call of Carnival? "Seven to four the field!" This is the week of the Carnival And the sign of a brighter dawn In men's affairs. Who sheds old cares Where gay frocks fleck the lawn? Who would forget old days of fret? Who comes to the call of mirth And the conquering steeds? … They're off! Who leads? And the hoof beats spurn the earth. Then, Hi! for the height of Carnival, Gayer than all gone past: And the nameless fears of the deadening years Forsake men's minds at last. Bright jackets flash beneath the sun As the roar of the crowd begins, And lifts and swells at a great home run: "Who leads? Who lasts? Who wins?" Ho! for the call of Carnival! Way for the Sport of Kings! And men, grown sane, turn once again To all that high hope brings. Who's for the Carnival? Who grows gay Where galloping Fortune speeds Around the turn to gallop our way With the galloping, galloping steeds?

[Algy is quoting the poem Carnival Time by the late 19th/early 20th century Australian poet C J Dennis – a poem about the multi-day horse racing event known as the Melbourne Cup Carnival, held in November, and not about carnival in either the sense of a fair, or the time of wild celebration in Christian countries prior to Lent.]

[soracities]

traveling to see a long distance lover in a few months and we're both about 5'4.. its symmetry of the heart! its completing a matching set after 20 years! its fitting over each other like milkcrates! its our shadows lining up! its picking same-sized clothes to exchange so we can still hold each other after i go! im in love and its my scariest secret! i am in love!!!!!

anon this is..........i am..............oh my godddd 😭

[gatorbytes]

Portishead in Glory Box, from Dummy (1994)

[purinna]

كم زهرة في قلبي كانت جذورها ضحكاتك؟

“How many of the flowers in my heart had it’s roots from your laughter?”

[softinvasions]

[ and ] • Nov. 2023

only you resist      every ending reeling with grief     undone in perpetual longing   reconstructing how I looked when    you emboldened by that  deathless unreachable light    imagined singing and turned carrying on;             endless.

[friday411]

Sherlock Holmes can fight like a demon. Just ask the blokes that he's beaten. In a back alley brawl He will take on them all. Some people won't listen to reason...

-=<+>=-

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[thatsbelievable]

[cr4sh3d-zine-yyj]

We are CR4SH3D!

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Nazi punks fuck off

No fascism or genocide tolerated

Credit the artists! 

Physical copies found in the wild are printed and distributed on the stolen, unceded lands of the lək̓ʷəŋən and W̱SÁNEĆ nations. 

We are CR4SH3D! ( Crashed )

our goal is to spread around poetry, short stories, and collage to our small town and the internet! 

Will this be long-term? Will it have more that 2 issues? Who knows, as long as we had fun!

P0€TRY ( poetry )

We want submissions of your poetry! Maybe you've got some at the bottom of your collection you think would never see the light of day? Well we want 'em, anonymously, credited or otherwise! 

Bad poetry or mediocre poetry encouraged! Truly good poetry is the exception not the rule. Sometimes you just gotta express yourself!

FL4$H $T0RY TIM€ ( flash story time )

Got a quick 2 or 3 paged story? Share it with us and we could add it to our Flash Story segment of the zine!

Put your writing out there to be seen, and plug your credits if you want to be found!

#D€4R AO3 ( #dear AO3 )

We also accept any fanfiction blurbs you want to plug too! Just tell us where to find it and we'll put in if we like it!

We might even put in some recs of our own. 

C0LL4G€ ( Collage )

Finally, we are all about collage! If you got some sick work you want to share, we'd love to feature it! 

Otherwise we will be making plenty to fill the space!

OUR PLANS

Currently we are planning 2 confirmed issues, which will both printed and (attempt to) create a digital copy to share on our socials. Release dates will be bi-monthly (every 2 months)

We hope to go forward with more based on reception and interest :).

Best case scenario, we get to have fun, help some people publish their stuff, and make cool shit to read.

We have begun the task of creating out socials, which will be posted and shared in the near-future.

Until then, CR4SH3D out!

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

try and create alters do it you can

[thecardiackids]

Nael, age 6

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