Lit Poetry
It’s in our DNA by Megan Tyler
we are suppressing ourselves
the women in my family have engraved
a distinct self hatred
into the lining of their skin
carved food rules into their bellies
depositing magic...
A Dreaming Rock Like Me by Lyra Zapanta
How does one reach a star
That shines out there in the universe
Not begging to be noticed
But unable to control its effect
On viewers all around...
Panters by Julia Nunnally Duncan
Her grandma called them panters
and declared they ran through the mountains.
The girl lay in bed under a patchwork quilt
in the loft of her grandma’s...
The Stars Know All by Suzi Evelyn
The moment our souls first connected,
I could feel the stars shattering
because I was too young to have found my soul sisters,
scattered among the streets...
Ode to Loneliness by Abbie Arnold
All I know is
when You leave me,
and it’s always You who
leaves
or them who pull me away,
I am left a void.
At least when You have...
Grandmother by Saachi Shetty
Been a year now without you,
without having those seemingly endless conversations and rants,
without savoring your delectable cuisine,
without you complimenting me, my outfits, my hair,...
Homesick by Cynthia Mutterperl
I see it now
the bridge between past and present.
a superstitious metaphor for metamorphosis
and loss
and moving on.
As if somehow
bridge crossing is a profound accomplishment
while the...
Imagining My Father’s Death by Mi-Mi Monahan
if your absence was no longer a choice
maybe the rest of our family
would stop looking at me
like a chipped-tooth smile
they can all see right...
The Yellow Wallpaper by Zohra Hussain
We created a version of
ourselves that we could stomach,
peeled the yellow wallpaper
and brazenly fell in love
with the madness we mistook for magic.
Derivatives by Soham Bagchi
I loved you once.
Wasn’t for too long,
Because you forbid me from it, remember?
It started, and it stopped.
It began from a word to a wink
And...
