Category: poems
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What Follows by Robert Okaji
What Follows Robert Okaji, Poem His hand can’t collect what he finds at daybreak. Traffic rumbling, pulses ticking and the layered smells of dried leaves and last night’s pizza. Her smile, in sleep. In ecstasy, even while the week’s tasks drain through his punctured pockets and nothing deters memory and the never was. Wondering why…
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Two Poems by Robert Okaji
Been There Robert Okaji, Poem Imagine how summer rain differs from winter’s. How I’ve become the blackest ribbon of your nights. What if pine needles rose from the earth to rejoin branches? And your conspiracies all wove true? A tapestry of bleak faces concealed in untruths. Bottles uncorked and emptied. I no longer fill your…
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Shaded Complexity by Sia Morweng
Shaded Complexity Sia Morweng, Poem I made a stream of My frustrations —Beneath it all Instructed. ..those that bled red Knew plastic not to be their destined container Let them bleed And while not depleting The tainted red found itself pouring endlessly Through this and that moments buried in my Lull personality. Persuaded. …those that…
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Before A Lifetime by Sia Morweng
Before A Lifetime Sia Morweng, Poem What would a forgotten you be like, not left to your devices or scratched off my embroidered moments; simply my thoughts placing a curtain before my adamant desire to chase fantasy? Would I live up there with a forgetful wall, mirroring an empty space or would there be a…
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Who Will Say First? by Sia Morweng
Sia Morweng is an emerging poet. She writes a blog called That Gut Wrenching Poetry, where she puts all her undiluted thoughts, fiction and music that she loves. She says, “What I want to do is write poetry in how we speak and turn how we speak into a melodramatic consequence.” Find more of her…
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Day Seven, ROAR Showcase: Absolution by Candice Louisa Daquin
Absolution I don’t know if there’s hope When friend turns foe I don’t know Where in separation Yoke and embryo Glistening placenta gouache The painter may Render this potential life Legacy of strife In verdant whisker I could have been born Elsewhere or not Chemistry. cellular change Alchemists with tears as coat of arms We…
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Day Six, ROAR Showcase: For my first friend in America by Candice Louisa Daquin
For my first friend in America Your hand covers mine we pose for the camera and smile a 100 watt smile The American Way since immigrating here, I have learned how to park a truck discovered that shorts are not as anathema in Texas as in Cannes I understand, ordering drinks you size up, trying…
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Day Five, ROAR Showcase: What kind of lesbian would I be if I were born today by Candice Louisa Daquin
What kind of lesbian would I be if I were born today I see your pictures on social media a part of me is envious of your freedom even though women many years before either of us had absolutely no freedom and only those with enough money could consider taking a woman as their lover…
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Day Four, ROAR Showcase: The Abortionist’s Chair by Candice Louisa Daquin
The Abortionist’s Chair Behold the abortionist’s chair not leather, for leather is thirsty this chair is wreathed in glossy rubber that can be wiped down and disinfected to mute the smell of blood this chair does not owe its shape to comfort, nor seeks it nay, the very contour is built upon a premise bringing…
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Day Three, ROAR Showcase: I knew my invisibility by Candice Louisa Daquin
I knew my invisibility I knew my invisibility when the lady next to my mother in the French nursing ward took me in her arms out of pity for there was nobody there who cared to rock a crying child, not wanted by hedonists who erred in pregnancy I knew my invisibility when my mother…
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