#chicago poets

[calcollage]

tricks of the unconscious

[teenslib]

On My Way to Liberation by H. Melt

From their book There Are Trans People Here

I'm on the train wearing a pink shirt with a floral tie

on the way to celebrate my grandfather's liberation from dachau

when the nazis came for his family in Kovno, Lithuania

my grandfather dressed like a girl to stay close to his mother & sisters

when he immigrated to the united states he changed his name from Michelson to Melton

I've changed my name & my clothes too on my way to liberation.

[pellazg]

Eyes have a language of their own.

[ridethecyanide]

Recent photo of Robert at the Goodman Theater

Photo by Todd Tue

[env0writes]

Will you lay away Away with me Not from, I’ll hold nothing from you But for you Come lay By my side Not be sidelined No longer lined marked divided between But adjoined The Lakeshore effect My mental affect Your vocal inflect Upon me Although I am frozen Like the waters I will warm to you I warn you Storms may strike lightning Beauty in that is that Even something-one Negative can touch positive Forever that flash Will you lay And watch these lights Pass by like cars Like time Like life Will you give me all your today's and tomorrows Laid up alongside Warming all the while

Deciding Embers Vol. 5, 12.2.24 “L.S.D. Lover”

@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!

[honeyknome]

Witchin’ hour

[calcollage]

what I mean when I say I'm sharpening my oyster knife

I mean I'm here to eat up all the ocean you thought was yours. I mean I brought my own quarter of a lemon, tart and full of seeds. I mean I'm a tart. I'm a bad seed. I'm a red-handled thing and if you move your eyes from me I'll cut the tender place where your fingers meet. I mean I never met a dish of horseradish I didn't like. I mean you're a twisted and ugly root and I'm the pungent, stinging firmness inside. I mean I look so good in this hat with a feather and I'm a feather and I'm the heaviest featherweight you know. I mean you can't spell anything I talk about with that sorry alphabet you have left over from yesterday. I mean when I see something dull and uneven, barnacled and ruined, I know how to get to its iridescent everything. I mean I eat them alive. what I mean is I'll eat you alive, slipping the blade in sideways, cutting nothing because the space was always there.

"No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife." –Zora Neale Hurston

[pellazg]

I tasted her lips and realised ive been starving.

[ridethecyanide]

Goodman Theater released a new cast photo for Betrayal

Robert Sean Leonard, Helen Hunt, Ian Barford

Photo by Liz Lauren

[ogwriter22]

I wish...

I wish I was my mother's son

Provide her without a fear

Give a warm shoulder for her tears

Make her proud and wear

Her proudest smile

[peaceishim]

You: My Chicago

[higherlearningtvshow]

Rest In Poetic Power: Iconic Poet & Activist Passes Away

Nikki Giovanni, one of the world’s most well-known African-American poets, passed away on December 9 at the age of 81. CBS affiliate WDBJ in Virginia confirmed that Giovanni died peacefully with her wife, Virginia Fowler, by her side.

[env0writes]

A Gust of Words Vol. 4, 8.5.24 “Midwest Emo"

@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!   Photo by @env0

I went to the station on Fifth Avenue Walked under the tracks And stared at the far side As on those Amtrak rails I heard the engine whistle As life passed me by Through inch thick glass The world yellowed Like likewise hued old-pages Fluttering across the train yard Leaving me behind on its way Into the city It is a long way to walk

[honeyknome]

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

A QR code for "The Tortured Poets Department" was spotted in Chicago

[calcollage]