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Beautiful Pinterest poem I found 💋💋
Most wounds are circles, so it’s no surprise
you’ll find me here. Alone. On my knees, on evenings
when the moon hangs low. The brown boy
behind the hole—not quite the size
of a cave or a cigarette burn. Splitting open
my lips the way a saint parts his mouth to banish thirst
or famine or to greet his flock. I have stories
and sadness to share, known men
who moan like injured dogs, others like horses
off to the glue factory. Their dignified shape
reduced by the deep vermilion of my rim.
I used to be scared. Eyes locked to the heavens.
My trembling voice wrapped around their hard-ons.
They only feel me through the hollow space
they briefly occupy. I am all mouth. Cavities and throat.
Obedient. Never see, never touch.
Some call for Jesus as if that were my name.
I have lost so much around here.
- Eduardo Martinez-Leyva, Portrait of a Boy on the Other Side of a Glory Hole.
A monk has a sex dream
Today’s Paris Review daily poem 🕯🕯🕯
[image text:
Emily Moore
Girls
Ava taught me how to smoke / in the woods behind our high-school dorm. / We lay back laughing in the dirt. / Smoke crowned her like a diadem.
Once she lined the shower stall / with leaves and water hissed like rain / as I washed her long black hair. / She was drunk. We were sixteen.
Later there were other girls / who led me up dark, narrow steps, / or gave me drugs in Montreal, / or slid both hands beneath my hips.
But Ava was before all that. / There were no words for what we did.
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albert goldbarth
study of the love note
there is something about the action of folding that is integral to the love note. once folded, it’s charged with a furtive and hopeful magic, like finishing a spell
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PRAYER FOR WEREWOLVES from We are Mermaids by Stephanie Burt
actually i j wna post it in plain format :P comic i made for uni. it looked better irl
this is how it looks irl what i mean by that... its j cute i wish i could convey it betterrrr via digital image sigh
My name is Jasmine Ledesma& I am a poet from Texas/New York whose work has been in Rattle, Crazyhorse and [PANK] among others. I have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize three times. I was awarded the Patricia Clearly Miller Award while in the psychiatric hospital. I have a chapbook out called Acid In Georgia with Bottlecap Press comprised of thirty pages of short fiction. I also have a novella called Shrine that has been released with Junk Press, which was shortlisted for the Clay Reynolds Novella Prize. I have a Patreon where you can access unpublished and new works for five dollars a month. It means so much to have a platform for my work& I appreciate any support!!!!! <3333333
Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”