In this poem, I am an outlaw / though what do
I know about headstones or hemoglobin / my
father promised me that Morricone captured the
most important feature of existence / the whistle […]
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We, of the overbearing bosses,
the sovereign bosses
hovering over our desks,
we, just looking to advance our careers,
or seeking guidance, a leg up, […]
Like a whisper caressing the back of our necks / kissing a line connecting sporadic wisps of hair / that’s how we feel it / a promise of a home we ever got to claim / made from bricks the color of earth / as deep and rich and brown as our skin […]
O’Hare
/in Twitter Contest, Twitter Contest 2019 / Mackenzie MooreIt’s always the drive to the airport
when you look at me
merging concern from
the corner of your right eye
in my direction […]
Styx
/in Twitter Contest, Twitter Contest 2019 / Karthik SethuramanIn this poem, I am an outlaw / though what do
I know about headstones or hemoglobin / my
father promised me that Morricone captured the
most important feature of existence / the whistle […]
These Boots Are Made for Trauma
/in Twitter Contest, Twitter Contest 2019 / Lannie StabileMy feet
Are wearied and jaded
As a pair,
one incites the other […]
transgender (adjective)
/in Twitter Contest, Twitter Contest 2019 / Danielle Rosetrans·gen·der | \ tran(t)s-ˈjen-dər, tranz-\
Definition of transgender
1. a : of, relating to, or being a person who is vulnerable : see OTHER
// like a fetus or an orioles’ egg it is fragile & frequently unborn […]
Anthem
/in Twitter Contest, Twitter Contest 2019 / Carla SchwartzWe, of the overbearing bosses,
the sovereign bosses
hovering over our desks,
we, just looking to advance our careers,
or seeking guidance, a leg up, […]
A diaspora gives birth
/in Twitter Contest, Twitter Contest 2019 / Alex Luceli JiménezLike a whisper caressing the back of our necks / kissing a line connecting sporadic wisps of hair / that’s how we feel it / a promise of a home we ever got to claim / made from bricks the color of earth / as deep and rich and brown as our skin […]