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 Aug 2014 spm
david jm
Uncoordinated
 Aug 2014 spm
david jm
Cloistered in clumsy love,
Men make boys of their days,
Nights of their eyes,
Blades of their scent.

Cloistered in clumsy love,
Women make girls of their minds,
Rain of their will,
Pens of their hips.

Save us from the terror,
Save us from each other.
 Aug 2014 spm
Muggle Ginger
Magic
 Aug 2014 spm
Muggle Ginger
I mistook her eyes
For birthday candles
And when she whispered
Hello
My wish came true
 Jul 2014 spm
Chloe
Violent Violet
 Jul 2014 spm
Chloe
They call her Violent Violet
for the purple bruises that bloom
dangerously deep and disturbingly dark
along the tops of her knuckles.
To her it’s decorative floral.
In fights she clutches violets
offering their vicious beauty
to any contending adversary.
She’s a volatile force of nature.
 Jun 2014 spm
Tom Leveille
do you ever wonder
about the difference between
looking at something
and the hallucination created
when looking past it?
if you look at your hand
it's all you can see
but if you look past your hand
there are now two of them
sometimes it's hard for me
to remember which is real
it gets me thinking
about how my father
used to wake me up
in the morning by rubbing
his stubble across my face
i spent my 11th birthday
under the assumption
that he might come back
if i drank his aftershave
like maybe if i could turn blue
if i could be his favorite color
on our bathroom floor
he would forget why he left
the paramedics were all sobing
as they pumped memories
out of my stomach
i coughed up the day the post-it note with your new address on it
burned a hole in our refrigerator
coughed up the day
the divorce papers came
and my mother
took a baseball bat to the mailbox
i've been choking on the splinters
for 17 years
it's been 17 years
since the last dinner plate
exploded on our dining room wall
17 years since my mother
started accidentally setting your place at the dinner table
17 years since italian night
at the restaurant on the corner
where the juke box
spat tired music
and like so many other things
it stopped working when you left
i guess it's no coincidence
since the juke box went quiet
that the cds in my car
only skip on "i miss you"
i've been hemorrhaging memories
for so long
and now that i'm looking back
i can no longer tell
the mirage from the truth
sometimes i swear
you showed up to my graduation
and last time
i was at your apartment
i can't remember
if the imprints of my hands
are in clay hanging on your wall
or if they were left in the mud
the day god had the audacity
to let it rain
or maybe it's like the time
i saw someone crying on a bridge
now that i think about it
i can't remember if it was me
 Jun 2014 spm
Ashley Haack
You can always tell,
Who the introverts,
Are in the summer,
Months, we're just so pale...
 May 2014 spm
amrutha
Animal
 May 2014 spm
amrutha
Her thoughts, far beyond age
Her soul knows no time
A crazy mind, a beautiful mess
Always living on cloud nine.
Deaf to insults,
blinded by beauty
Thick skinned,
Numb to duty.
Living like there is nothing left to lose
Losing all she had so effortlessly,
Loving like there's nothing much to choose
She is the wild animal the human was,
centuries back into history.
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