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 Oct 2015 Carlos PD
Mike Hauser
You've heard of the children of the corn
This my friend is much scarier than that
Here to make sure you eat all your vegetables
Adults of the Asparagus

Set in a quaint New England town
Could be in any novel by Stephen King
Making sure both the young and the old
Eat their veggies raw, sauteed, or steamed

They'll make you sit by yourself at the table
With the dog behind the door when they lock it
Before you leave the table they'll frisk you
And have you empty out all of your pockets

You will shudder with butter on the side
Salting to taste if you must
Making sure you eat every last bite
Adults of the Asparagus
Eating veggies can be scary!
Scared yet?
 Oct 2015 Carlos PD
Dian Lestari
How many clouds
in use as wings
for you to fly
You are full of dusts
Sitting on the moon
and looking at the stars
across the sky
We fell back asleep,
tangled up in each other.
I found calm in you.
 Oct 2015 Carlos PD
Lost
How do you respond to an I don't know?
I hear his doubt, but is it real?
If he didn't want me why not say so?
I guess I didn't give him enough reason to stay, because if he wants her then why stay with me?
Stop
You're overthinking this
Your anxiety will take over
Just stop
Breath
Logic, you have it, use it.
Everything will be fine
*just think it through
I keep wanting to say that
                I don’t understand
        why
        or how
        or even what
But I don’t think that’s true.
                You told me why
                        And mental illness explains how
                                And I suppose I can take a blind guess at what
                                        without being too far off.
I think that the thing
                I really don’t understand
        is simply
you.
But I still want to try.
 Oct 2015 Carlos PD
spysgrandson
the last victim of polio;
she took up brush and canvas
and began a portfolio of one

her singular subject,
a sagging pear in the neighbor's yard,
threatening the cedar fence daily

and daily she would add strokes
sometimes only a vein on a blue Monday  
a leaf in a weekend, and a chunk
of trunk on a winded Wednesday

over summer greens she would
double dab fall's golds, yellows, or russet
if snow had begun to drift

seasons, years made their circles  
until her hands became stiff, her eyes
filled with film--then, she only sat by the palette,
silent, reverent to a lifelong friend  

when she passed, the work
was nearly done, missing only half a fiery sun,
yet the sky was a glorious blue
by chance the final hue

of an image altered  
a hundred score, by a hand
that would have done so
a thousand more
 Oct 2015 Carlos PD
Rachel Julia
I hate labels.
so you may ask me why do you compulsively put words and purposes and dates and times on everything you have.
I hate labels but I love organization.
The problem with labels is they rarely tell the whole story.
Labels are short, just a snapshot of the essence that the thing or person boils down to
but I don’t believe anything can really be that simple.
Labels can make everything easier.
You get the main point, the thing that stands out, FAST.
but that’s like starting a story at it’s ******, you get no previous information and that high point that holds so much meaning if you've read the entire story turns flat.
A flat character doesn’t grow or change or feel all that much but they usually have a label.
Labels turn real multidimensional, complicated, interesting people into flat characters.
He is not gay.
She is not a cutter.
and He is not transgender.
They are real people and you cannot possibly fit a person into a single worded description of the thing that stands out about them or makes them different.  
That is not enough for me!
The gay guy likes ice cream and romantic comedies, he's afraid of commitment, that scar is from his own blade and he volunteers on Wednesdays.
The cutter is seventeen and she lives with her grandparents. Almost everybody shes loved has walked away.
She has hair the color of sand at the beach and she wants to work in security at the airport so she can finally have control over who leaves and who stays.
The transgender man never felt trapped in the wrong body, the world just told him that his body was wrong. He’s a freshman in college and nobody ever told him how hard it would be. He calls his mom every night because he knows she worries and he cares. He has skin the color of caramel and he desperately wants to get married.
I hope you now understand that a label is never never enough.
You could argue that I’m afraid of being defined and of defining others with just a word,
but if you ask me a fear of labels is a very legitimate, considerate, and justifiable fear to have.
Labels are simply not enough.
And that's why I hate labels.
 Oct 2015 Carlos PD
T Cup
Prevalence
 Oct 2015 Carlos PD
T Cup
dress up your poem with pretty sounding synonyms
                                                  &
wait for a golden lightning bolt to confirm you are not alone
With over a million stars in the sky,
There is only one I want,
The one I want to see each night before I close my eyes,
The one that completes me,
The one that makes me feel loves,
You are that beautiful star,
My one and only,
I love you..
For the one I love
I am alienated from this feeling
until today.
It felt like home,
recognizable,
at ease,
simple,
without any motive to burn.
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