Lit Poetry

Mothers anticipate the bittersweet, but when I opened my throat, she shut my mouth. Children are so wild. Stuffed it with cloth. Then, she sent it home. Branch-broken, run...

As his lips move from my forehead to my neck, all I can think about is how much my love for him is growing....

The first time that you ignored my "no," I have a distinct memory of my stomach churning and twisting and curling and contourting into a bow. Like the...

She fell from the sky in a bundle Weeping and sleeping and eating and cooing She discovered the outside world with no grace But she delighted in...

Sugar sits on your tongue like saliva, rolls off your tongue like words, drips from your lips like a lover’s kiss, pools in your well-travelled eyes like tears, cascades down your...

Love cannot happen at first sight, Lust can. Although, not many know the difference Love is beautiful Lust is insidious It manipulates and burns It will be disguised as love Until...

I have learned to hate the darkness. Not the darkness that comes from a burnt street lamp, or the sun setting for another night, no. I have learned...

Shakespearean Sonnet Shall we please sail not the ships on the sea? But its abomination, the cold ice Sailing which, evermore we shall be free: And so avoid...

      Jordan Alan Brown is a Visual Poet/ Mixed Media artist from Buffalo, NY. He has been published in several online journals, as well as...

She picked for him the folkloric stem of a common spear thistle, magenta-headed and bristling her fingers as she held out the flower to the midday sun, which was a...

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The trailer for Moana is finally here! I've been looking forward to seeing Disney's princess from the Pacific Islands on the big screen, and I'm...