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 Aug 2021 Jade
Nat
Poem
 Aug 2021 Jade
Nat
Playful smears of ink
And all that they imply
Rubbed across the page
To tease the naked eye
You say
life is
meaningless

I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose
 Aug 2021 Jade
WickedHope
I
Wish        
Abuse                
Was      
As
         Easy
                  To
                  Identify
            ­    In
         The
Act
As      
It              
Is        
After
 Jun 2021 Jade
sandra wyllie
on the canvas. I was
wet and dripping like a feral
kitten. My creator didn’t lay me
out in the sun. And so, my colors

run. The red and blues
look purple. The mother’s milk
curdled. Throwing me up as *****. And so,
I left a stain. Beaten by the brush

I lost my sense of touch. Now
I’m oily. I’m a spill in a broken
frame. I hang on the wall as
a flower. None admire me. But I haven’t
nerves to leave.
 May 2021 Jade
q
belief in poetry
 May 2021 Jade
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
 May 2021 Jade
lucy-goosey
sometimes i want to burn things
to see them dance with the fire
two partners, fighting for an infinite second
in the brick fireplace of a temporary being.

then they are gone, turned to ashes
the fire burns itself out.
that dance, so beautiful, so inevitable
only lasted a second
before the dancers had places to be

encore, encore
and get another piece of scrap paper
and light another match.

oh, to be the fire
primitive and swirling.
but no.

i'll just have to watch.
 May 2021 Jade
Francie Lynch
I have tasted human flesh
From the oven of
Lips and tongue;
Dripping well-dressed
In savory sauce,
To stir me to feast on.
Yikes. Don't say I wrote this.
 May 2021 Jade
unnamed
Untitled
 May 2021 Jade
unnamed
His heart is of gold

It bled so, so easily, though

 May 2021 Jade
ilias
mi amore
 May 2021 Jade
ilias
we seek beauty in our mortality,
in the circulation of the human blood
the agony of life lingers in our veins and
heats our frozen hearts,
and we find love in
the longing for death
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