Lit Poetry

I said no but I am more than my blood than my breach than my bruises I am more than my thighs than my tragedies than my tears I am more than my past than...

Start slow. Tie your shoelace. Kiss a rock and let the igneous rock coat your lips -- natural balm, natural repeller of men. You avert your eyes like a...

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To celebrate National Poetry Month, Germ invites you to do as contributing poet Jessie Carty does in this video and tell us why poetry...

Run, run, Run through this life, Mind your head On the ivy leaves.   Kick off your shoes Soak your toes in the dirt Stab them in the tree Hold your position,...

Snow sifts outside my loft’s window, and I watch sipping chai tea with almond milk wearing the Hobbit slippers he gave me. ! I ugly cried all morning looking at...

It didn’t help that I was stoned, two days post heat exhaustion wandering around your garden crying about figs and witnessing my body crack like dry earth,   Arthur...

The wind knows you better than you do Your soul knows the stars Are your only real Lover A   A Michael Allen's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bare...

When all the stop lights on Main Street began flashing yellow we knew we were out past curfew.   Our inner compasses should have been set for us to migrate...

who asked me what she should do when she feels like writing but is scared of “the thing” that will come out. I know. The...

The air was heavy with the sticky, sour smell of goblin men. I went to market when I was 19, my arms and legs soft and...