Natasha Alva
This TV’s messing up all night.
What am I actually seeing?
Same story, same cast, different characters,
nothing makes sense.… Read More Natasha Alva
This TV’s messing up all night.
What am I actually seeing?
Same story, same cast, different characters,
nothing makes sense.… Read More Natasha Alva
I am a bird,
Living freely and winging whenever I please.
I am a Toyota car,
Travelling long distances while preserving its fuel.… Read More Jevin Kwello
I hold your memory
in my poetry-
the words both haunt
and caress me.… Read More Kelsey Rojas
Withdrawal from you is like removing all the blood from my own veins.… Read More m.dale
All they know is to use sadness and remorse as a prop to convert rants into sad pieces of poetry… Read More Survival of the Fittest
I could write you a long poem
About the loneliness of the HIV-positive man
But that would be unfair to me… Read More Solo
I drive around with the lamps all put out
and the moon sunk. A thin rain
drummed against the roof of my car,
a certain downpouring of emotions.… Read More Dreamscape
The end came sooner than I thought
We had a shorter forever than I had in mind… Read More A Short Forever
When the next full moon comes,
I’ll think of a perfectly peppered smile.
I’ll think of the wool that held me in close and how, for once, I let myself go.
It was so wild.… Read More When the Next Full Moon Comes
Father. Fathers. Two or three.
I’m left with confusion on what you are to me.… Read More Father Too