You still made me feel cheap, even in that 700 dollar suit. Your voice and its wool chafe rubbed me raw.
Continue ReadingThe Stomach Pump by Ellen Donbeck
Stomach aches seconds after pleasure Minutes stop for hours to come Days, weeks, hope for future, Regreting past So willing to be conquered in that moment The intent missed The reasons, misinterpreted Anger towards your footing, your best My load seems lighter than yours From Your side Waves heavy on my insides Steady on my [...]
Continue ReadingRise and Gorge at Rosedale by Ellen Donbeck
What an angry place Keeping me so warm So safe from dealing With the obligations Of Being Big Being more than You feel your worth Wherever that is Where Four circles Connected by lines Hang upon the wall Next to your mess Beside your collection Of Characters The silence that comes From an explosion Of [...]
Continue ReadingThe Cut by Ellen Donbeck
Be to it To describe you and me, in anguish Gulit Seeking higher landscapes with Better Air Where I feel undeserved And it’s better you know I am Where you breathe calm, holding My hand Where you sit, relaxed Breathing deeply Transfering tension In smoke streaming fingertips Staring in my direction Noise, The noise that [...]
Continue ReadingFor Neruda by Yonacito
Wanderer, dreamer, poet, traveler my dear man, your life in words, and deeds, spills from the pages of miraculous like blood silver crystals, a brilliance that shone through the darkness of humanity I listened at the craggy edges of the world for love and lust, the baggy pants tied with twirled ribbon covered in patches [...]
Continue Readingme up next by Y.H. Etheart
after parting with sweat on my stomach and on your upper lip; wide-eyed and breathing i looked down as you sat up and saw you (what had always been you) wide-open and gaping and wondered to myself how someone so small could up and change from crevice to chasm all in one hour.
Continue ReadingCanker Sores by Peter Kelly
It Feels Like College Drinking Maxwell House coffee from A broken handle mug And watching garbage on the television As I wait for a wheat blonde girl who Is Running Late A Gain In humors like these, in weather like this Plans nag like canker sores I count my friends present Because we’re all stoned [...]
Continue Readingi see darkness by YH Etheart
i see a darkness and i know how little sense that makes. no, wait a minute, it makes complete and total sense. outlines of trees the sounds of animals projecting their forms into your mind running water establishing landmarks and even when it’s all completely dark, and still, and quiet, and hidden the night is [...]
Continue ReadingNight Hair in Effluence by YH Etheart
since it was perfectly difficult finding ways inside you and i made myself worry throughout the next day i stayed unwashed; flowered for twenty-four hours electric spice burnt civet; mixing on our fingertip.
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