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[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe."

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The Atlantic

[simplymauri]

Dear Reader,

I’ve spent the last year writing letters to things that can’t write back— to love, to misery, to my dad, to the body I’ve lived in, and the soul I’ve hid from.

These letters bled into poems. And those poems became Dear.

It’s a collection about what it means to exist in the half-light— the quiet, aching spaces between grief and joy, between holding on and letting go.

The letters are restless now. They’ve grown tired of silence. And they’re waiting for you.

Until the ink runs dry, -M.M

[writerinturmoil]

The Squish (a poem)

-Kimberly Rivera

I met them at a cowboy-themed party

Stetson hats, flannel shirts, cowboy boots

Fiddle and twangy guitar blasting loud

Scruffy people shuffling in a line

We spent the next three hours discussing Medieval France

(The Hundred Years’ War, The Norman Conquest, Battle of Tours)

And our favorite ice cream flavors

(Zanzibar, lime, Moose Tracks)

We both like The Color Purple and A Clockwork Orange

Apple juice with Corn Flakes

Walks along the bubbling brook

Stargazing on moonless nights

I learned about doo-wop

(The Harptones, The Moonglows, The Five Keys)

I taught them about Victorian poetry

(Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Matthew Arnold, Oscar Wilde)

We exchanged contact information

Boy, do I have a “squish” on them

I hope they have a “squish” on me

Then, the party ended with a yee-haw and a “Hell yeah!”

Note:

What is a squish?

A squish is a platonic crush. It's when you get to know someone and have an intense desire to become friends with them. People in the aro and ace communities commonly use this term.

[elikalkenswrites]

A book of poetry and short stories full of heartache, queerness, pain, and suffering

I have a link to my Instagram in my bio with some other works on it and I’m working on my website

[towriteabutch]

st. winston of the jugular, 4/7/24

[altruists-reverie]

Wind From a Wanderer's Skull

My poetry collection, Wind From a Wanderer's Skull, is available for purchase on Amazon in paperback and digital editions! It is a compilation of my best works thus far, and I am happy to share it with the world.

If you would like to support a humble indie poet, by all means, please take a look! Your attention and readership will go a long way; this is my first step toward establishing a presence as an author. And as always: Thank you. I would not have been able to do this without the support I have received thus far.

[call-me-poet]

An older poem from last year. But a new background. Being near or on water brings me peace. This poem is a reflection of that.

[therobertisaac]

Isolation is

what’s needed if you want to

accomplish great things.

[poetrydarling]

sweet tooth

my name is honey

dripping from your tongue

down my throat

warm flowing through my veins

engulfing me in sweetness

the foreign flavor shocking

my taste buds only knew

bitter and sour

never have they enjoyed such a vibrant flavor 

before

the market shelves were only lined with

bumps and bruises

acids and spices

that burn and scrape against organs

bubbling up

suffocating

smothering

screaming

til i gave in

accepting the taste

until you came in

the new display

embodying sugar spice and everything nice

i grab a sample

hesitant

taking a bite

and i fall down

down

down

singing

soaring

smiling

i’m starting to think i have a sweet tooth

~ a. ana

[the-erato-anthology]

welcome! we're the 'erato anthology', a small, independently run literary magazine dedicated to creating a safe space for all emerging writers looking to share their passion and art with the world.

the theme for our first issue is 'performance', and the theme is completely up to your interpretation. let your imagination run wild!

we accept prose (up to 1500 words), poetry (up to 30 lines), flash fiction, essays, critical analysis of television shows or books (because i know people like to share their theories, i know i do), fanfiction (up to 1500 words and sfw only, please), essays and book reviews. we also absolutely adore reposting details or advertising about any books you're writing, so feel free to send those through!

you can also submit your work directly to our blog, and we will queue it to be posted.

we know how daunting it is sharing your work with the world, especially with the rise of artificial intelligence in creative writing and the commercialization of literature in places such as booktok (it seems like their is a 'recipe for success' and if your writing doesn't fit that, it doesn't get recognised), so we created the 'erato anthology' as a safe space to share your unique ideas that don't necessarily fit into mainstream literature.

submit your work here (submissions close january 16th for the first issue of the anthology but the blog submissions are open all year round)

some of our wonderful staff writers include @anotheranonymousquill, @angellekookie, @inspirationallybored, @that-cameo and @xaliaver! if you want to apply, please send an ask.

see the FAQ post here

[ss-prose-poetry]

SUPER EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT

I have finally published about 24 poems, available through Kindle/Amazon right now as an ebook. Depending on interest, I may add a paperback version later with a better index.

I AM SO STOKED! Thank you for those who helped me reread poems a hundred or more times. Thank you for anyone who read any of my original poems or prose pieces on this blog. Please keep reading poetry always. 🫶

[braodrickpatrick-1]

FORBIDDEN LOVE So, if loving you is forbidden then let me commit treason. Because loving you was everything I was missing before I met you. You see The world will try to tell you things about love. Yet none of those things compares to you. Nor can the definition of love compete against you. Nor can Aphrodite herself stand next to you. So, if loving you is forbidden then call me a forbidden lover. Because nothing compares to love and be loved by you.

[the-un-named-gallery]

Sheets in Summer

I fall asleep quickly because

I want to escape

To run to dreams

And hopes

And could'ves

And should'ves

This world of unconscious

Possibility

But it isn't restful

It is exhausting

The distance overwhelms

(7.2.24)

[simplymauri]

[poetrysweetashoney]

This was the first poem of mine to get published. I am really proud of it. It also makes me laugh, because the people that published it were completely unaware of the fact that it may or may not have been inspired by the season 2 finale of goodomens.

[towriteabutch]

ode to 52 blue, 3/17/24

"The 52-hertz whale, colloquially referred to as 52 Blue, is an individual whale of unidentified species that calls at the unusual frequency of 52 hertz. This pitch is at a higher frequency than that of the other whale species with migration patterns most closely resembling the 52-hertz whale's... ts call has been detected regularly in many locations since the late 1980s and appears to be the only individual emitting a whale call at this frequency."