Poetry – Page 67 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

And A Glimpse

October 20, 2017October 13, 2018 Paakhi Bhatnagar

All forms of desire that shouldn’t be desired slither into her young mind. No two thighs touching and the sighs they breath out: consulting. Cautious and crude the raw flakes are dancing. A fresh, soft bow plunged across a clean sky. Flowery revolts and nights spent cleaning after her messy Read more

Blindness

October 20, 2017October 13, 2018 Christina Strigas

You wrapped up my ghosts in ziplock bags and tucked them into boxes without warning. I thought you would treat them with more respect but how could I not see that you drown me daily with blindness and honey. I see nothing now. The night is the day. I write Read more

The Fight

October 19, 2017August 13, 2021 Judith Staff

You wrecked the party I was having fun, we had driven for hours You played the same card as usual I was angry, your timing was dire You always tried to out-insecure me I was insecure, too You said “I’m not worthy of you” I said “Fuck, not this again” Read more

The Crazies

October 16, 2017September 16, 2018 Jacqueline Cioffa

Are the precious ones with the most colorful souls Painting love in glorious hues of aqua, fuchsia, tangerine and gold The crazies feel the weight of the world in their twinkle toes And catch the gentle autumn breeze on the tip of their upturned nose They feel it all heavy Read more

Woodwork

September 22, 2017October 13, 2018 Nikki Moore

She built a home with her hands each beam uncalculated but standing erect to perfection nails nor screws thoughtfully placed because she couldn’t live in a home with a rhyme. Wood splintered on stairs from the footfalls of men who took them, smiling back at the eyes in the walls. Read more

Death of a Racist Cousin

September 20, 2017August 13, 2021 John Michael Antonio

when the death call came your confederate ideas and vile vernacular came swinging back at me like a bloody noose from our haunted family tree there will be no wails of grief from me for you as they bury you in your proud white sheets all I have for your Read more

‘Go To’ Relief

September 19, 2017October 12, 2018 Margret Avery

Is there love on this dangerous road? The one that holds a bottle of your liquid seduction that will never let go of my reflection in this pool you circulate in, and wallow with pride wrapped on your side like a gun loaded and ready at any time while you Read more

That Bitch Called Media

September 15, 2017October 13, 2018 Rebecca Charlotte

So many girls get trapped by that bitch called Media and her virtual cage. Her spider web of filters latch on filtering out flaws and imperfections, any chance of personality and direction. That bitch called Media tags you in photos, picks Facebook fights with you, distracts you from your life Read more