Bugged | Alan Inman
There is a socket
docket bug wired
tapping into brain
Feeding me all the data
from slopes and days
and loves and years
Just jostle the stem
that holds the information
and it will settle down
like a fine sharp snow.
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Quirk | HR Creel
That fragmentary
pyramid feature separating
common scuffling rags
from golden loving robes.
Novice | Roger Still
Young and growing, I am
the spine trying to raise
up strong, you probably
don’t remember me, but
we used to be the same.
Bodies Pressing Together after the Storm | James Diaz
Interstate
winding the criss
from the crossed-
out center line
how is it I am still
not any of these things
one small hand holding the sun
against the sky
knuckle and breath so hard
it punches through
I-don’t-know-what
landing-I-don’t-care-where
just follow the path
back to the house
we never had
we’ll stand full-boned
and scream and be
all of the things that were left out
and the gloaming earth
of deep shadow
and all that we couldn’t say then
we will say it now.
Ananchronism | Ananya S. Guha
Anachronisms happen
when history,
time and space
are inverted, and
the calendar moves
anticlockwise.
I’m Me | Candy81
I am beautiful because I have
scars that show my strength.
Stretch marks that cover my
body, that’s from being a mom.
I am beautiful because I have
a heart loves hard.
I love others even when they don’t
love me love consumes me.
I am flawed I am no saint,
I cuss I smoke and I drink,
I am beautiful because I am me.
Beauty is not what’s on the outside,
true beauty is underneath.
They say beauty is in the eye of the
beholder the beholder must look deep.
Beauty is you and me, women,
sisters and mothers and daughters,
We are beautiful.
More at https://allpoetry.com/poem/14988187-Im-Me-by-candy81-babyblue.
Key to the Wool | Susan N. Aassahde
Platypus creak the spot
of rebuke rapture;
dune candy wheel
doubt the judgement can,
forgot the nimble spine.