Karla A
Night breathed the hollow smoke of longing, — Karla A., “untitled“, July 2020
Night breathed the hollow smoke of longing, — Karla A., “untitled“, July 2020
I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you… Continue reading Sufjan Stevens
I offer to youmy bones and my veins. The partsthat break and that spill. — Mary Kate Teske, “Haiku,” https://mkteske.tumblr.com/
I’ll be breathing down some stranger’s neck,pacing old footsteps over the same sidewalk I walked yesterday,wondering what to eat for supper.Such tired tunes make all of us go roundlike ponies at the fair. Nobody deserves anythingbut we want so much. Only nothing holds us forever. —Martin Balgach, from “What Holds Us,” Verse Daily. June 23,… Continue reading Martin Balgach
or no one & it is almost a comfortto know that we are made of quarksthat we are as much carbon as dying stars & what I mean is, we’re all somuch farther than we feel, touching but not touching in the afterglowof a violent beginning—the purple-redspread of all this universal burning — Katie Prince,… Continue reading
Because you can’t be this afraid of losing everything if you don’t love everything first because you have to have a soul-crushing hope that things will get better to be this afraid of missing it. — Catalina Ferry, from “Anxiety Group.” NYC Urbana Poetry Slam. The Bowery Poetry Club, 5/12. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVEf6jS8GdU
This morning I awoke clutching your name with such reckless devotion that it turned to dust. — Michael Lee, from “The Addict, a Magician” (Rustbelt 2013) Button Poetry