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Iraira Cedillo  Mar 2014
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Iraira Cedillo Mar 2014
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What I Eat is a Prayer
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
Then in the August of my twenty-seventh year,
naked except for my seaclogs,
I greeted an audience of piers. . . .
Bureau of
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
This is the body of,
waiting to turn on.
. . .
The Siren
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
The puppy must be learned of all this material.
No map of the hospital. First, the war effort.
Then, the war itself. The water makes and remakes . . .
Hotel
BY PHILIP NIKOLAYEV
Time to recount the sparrows of the air.
Seated alone on an elected stair,
I stare as they appear and disappear. . . .
Tendency toward Vagrancy
BY PHILIP NIKOLAYEV
I’ve long had what Soviet psychiatrists
called “a tendency toward vagrancy.”
At four I would run away from home . . .
Survey
BY DONALD REVELL
I am so lonely for the twentieth century,
for the deeply felt, obscene graffiti
of armed men and the beautiful bridges . . .
My Factless Autobiography
BY ALLI WARREN
I arise around survival of the event
as worse than the event
The whole place surrounds the smell . . .
Apple Blossoms
BY SUSAN KELLY-DEWITT
One evening in winter
when nothing has been enough,
when the days are too short, . . .
Brasil
BY FARNOOSH FATHI
Left a hole on fire agony or was it the sun
on the banks and near duets?
Eagles with the white wine of the sun . . .
Honey/Manila Portfolio
BY FARNOOSH FATHI
This is not a book. Otherwise, by now
We would love each other.
You would not put me first, . . .
Two Hear Cicadas
BY FARNOOSH FATHI
BEEF: We are here between trees,
with the tempo of a rosary being strung
in a queue of escalating beads— . . .
Memory
BY FARNOOSH FATHI
Over the night a bull
Whispers into a coal
. . .
To the Censorious Ones
BY ANNE WALDMAN
I'm coming up out of the tomb, Men of War
Just when you thought you had me down, in place, hidden
I'm coming up now
Can you feel the ground rumble under your feet?
It's breaking apart, it's turning over, it's pushing up
It's thrusting into your point of view, your private property
O . . .
Beastgardens
BY LUCY IVES
first garden

Beastgarden. . . .
Early Poem
BY LUCY IVES
The first sentence is a sentence about writing. The second sentence tells you it's alright to lose interest. You might be one of those people who sits back in his or her chair without interest, and this would have been the third sentence you would have read. The fourth sentence, what does . . .
Black Swan
BY STEPHANIE YOUNG
After the second conference, I would be cast in the role of a young dancer with a prestigious New York City ballet company. I would be cast in the role of the mother, a former dancer now amateur artist, whose career ended at 28 when she became pregnant. I would be cast in the role of the . . .
Essay
BY STEPHANIE YOUNG
I guess it's too late to live on the farm

I guess it's too late to enter the darkened room in which a single light . . .
A Practice Known as Churning
BY ALLI WARREN
I went to the city some days
to learn my master's pleasure
& laid fort at the farthest place . . .
The Help I Need Is Not Available Here
BY ALLI WARREN
I need help with long term hope
I need help with the dawn
of war and achieving . . .
All My Activities Are Feeding Activities
BY ALLI WARREN
Dear Commissioner
here are my directive accounts
of genitals and cash . . .
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Josias Barrios Jul 2012
Me dejaste esperando, deseando oir tu voz diciendome que hibas en camino para darte el masaje que te habia prometido, pero no fue asi, pase la noche creando fantasias en las cuales tu eras el centro de mi atencion.
Pero la espera valio la pena, la siguiente noche cuando llegaste pense que seria otra de esas noches en las cuales conversasiones, puntos de vista y besos serian intercambiados. No te miento yo queria mas que besos lo unico que no sabia era si tu querias lo mismo y si estabas lista para dejarme explorar tu cuerpo. Realmente no imagine cuan intensa nuestra atraccion era, al momento de ese primer beso esa noche yo necesitaba estar dentro de ti, que me sintieras en mi plenitud para satisfacer tus deseos de un hombre.
Te tome por la cintura y acerque tu cuerpo al mio, movi tu cabello al lado para poder morder tu cuello mientras deslizaba mis manos sobre tu firmes y esplendidas caderas. Todavia jalandote mas cerca a mi mientras mordia tu cuello, desabrochaste tu cinturon y quitaste mi camisa. Nuestras manos tocando y explorandonos el uno al otro. Tus ojos se lanzaban de un lado a otro, tu respiracion se hizo mas profunda, fuertes y pequeños gemidos de placer escaparon tus labios mientras te quitabas tu falda  y caia al suelo. Alli en tu tanga y brazier me dijiste que estabas caliente, mojada, excitada y eras toda mia.
Me quite el resto de mi ropa para permitirte ver mi virilidad completa. Desabrochando tu brazier pude tener tus pechos encopados y ver tus pezones erectos y excitados esperando que los pusiera entre mis labios, succionarlos, trazarlos con mi lengua , jalarlos con mis dientes, retorcerlos y frotarlos con mis dedos. En tu oido te susurre…si, eres mia y haras todo lo que yo quiera. Me respondiste…Si!,Si!, lo hare, dimelo, llevame, tomame, Si!..mientras molias tus caderas mas duro y fuerte. Hazme el amor..largo y fuerte.." soy tuya, por cuanto tu quieras, te necesito ahora.
Te acoste en tu espalda, desplegue tus piernas y las puse sobre mis hombros para poder sumergir mi boca de pezcado en tu mar de dulzuras, despues puse mis manos en tus pechos mientras mis caderas clavaban mi instrumento dentro de ti, martillandote, perforandote ,cojiendote tu mojada, resbalosa, ****** rosa...haciendo sonidos de placer contraendose alrededor de mi cumplesueños, cerraste tus piernas, temblaban y me rogaste que explotara junto a ti.
Despues que los dos llegamos al ******, me acomode atras de ti, movi tu tanga hacia el lado lo suficiente para dejar que mi amigo endurezido cupiera entre la rajita de tus nalgas, mis manos en tu estomago, tu trasero moliendose dentro de mi pelvis...mis manos se deslizaban por tu cuerpo . Mas gemidos de placer salieron de tu boca mientras viravas  tu cabeza y me miraste sonriendo.
Keiya Tasire May 2021
Water the Greenhouse
Water the plants on the deck.
Walk Autumn Moon.

Salutation to the Sun
Yoga on the deck
Prayers
Angel of Air
Reading & Study with Ken
Sipping herbals & he, his coffee.

Pick up.
Moving the living room furniture
Rearranging. Sweeping. Mopping.
Clean the kennel.
Fresh bedding for Autumn.

A break for Sevenfold Peace in the sunshine.
Listening to the Holy Stream of Sound.

Playing with Autumn.
Laughing with Ken.
Continuing with rearranging & cleaning
Done!

Another break
With Ken, Autumn & Habibie
By the firepit in front of the shop.
Auti chasing water up and down and around.

Walk to Alli's, talk and pick up the key.
Cut broccoli, cabbage, carrots, & kale
Add a few pods of peas
Drizzle poppy seed dressing.

Two bowls with 1/2 cup of rolled oats each
Add cinnamon.
Taking a teaspoon
Half full with honey.
Dipping it into the center of the oats
Pouring boiling water over the honey.
Into the oats.

Stirring and stirring
Watching the cinnamon spirals
Mix into the sweet porridge.

Small cacao chips, sunflower seeds
A few raisins
Sprinkled as garnish.  

Eating together
Smallville, playing with Autumn
Habibie resting near by.
She maybe carrying kittens.
Too early to tell.

Tired. Good night. Sleep.
2:30 am.
Ken up watching a movie on is phone.
My, my, how times have changed.

Return to bed.
Writing, writing, writing….now it is done.
It was a beautiful day today. It was peaceful and joyful. I tresure productive, peaceful and joyful days.
huntAblunt Feb 2017
En los sitios oscuros
Mi alma no funciona
Cada vez q yo la prendo
Alguien me l´apaga


Y si vuelvo a prender
Soy yo q va perder
Solo todo loq tiene
No salgo, pero viene


No es posible de nadar
sin problema
Dentro de un mar
lleno de la colera


Mejor q lo apago ya
Q nadie me ve
Asi no me apagan
Me lo imagino como brilla
Y me quedo con la vida
Igual me quedo yo alla
Porque no puedo escapar Sin luz
de los sitios oscuros


Que circulo vicioso es
Que yo me quedo en
Para vivir yo tengo que salir
Y para llegar alli
Yo tengo q perder las llaves


De la puerta que me salva
Y me regala poca paz
Pero igual ya me persigue
Esta ya de mi atras


Es que ya te falta esperanza
Que tu saldras de alli
Ya perdiste confianza
Que nadie te ayuda a ti


Luchando solo
Con lo malo por lo bueno
Porque no te queda otro
Otras cosas solo sueno


Y aqui ya llega como trueno
realidad me quita sueno
Porque estuve yo sonando
Si ya se que a mi me quitan
Solo cuando?


Y asi estoy andando
Por los sitios oscuros
Buscando la salida
Si no la encuentro
pierdo mi vida
Bryan E StJohn Aug 2017
The Bleachers of my Life OR
All My Cheerleaders are Fat and Ugly!
This goes out to those who sit on the bleachers of MY Life
With a mask on making funny jokes about me My family my wife.
Hiding behind anonymity every post I make YOU LOG
When material runs low you take to insulting my DOG!
What a life you must lead to cast your opinions so Smugly
Yet Im so sad because my Cheerleaders are all Fat and UGLY
I guess your days of joy and Happiness are long far Gone
so to appease your lonely life you created Lyin Saint Yawn.
You stay up late and hope and pray
That I leave a post then YOU are on your WAY
To ****** up my crumbs and like a rat and run to evaluate it all
I wonder if you would repost it If i posted a pic of my *****?
Like the wicked stepmother lips shaped in to a frown...
I bet if i ****** on this page you would gladly drink it down.
So you sit on the bleachers of my life because you have no life of your own
Lonely hateful and dumb your discontent is clearly shown..
Your low self esteem isn't just a dream it shows when you hide your face
Nothing to do no one for you SO you spit your discord all over the place
What a lonely fat slob of a cat lady Alli oops Must really BE
And her center of attention is Lil OL ME!
She sits around her puter getting fatter and fatter
Loser Social justice warrior Screaming some ******* about Black Lives Matter
Just a tad upset about Ferguson and the **** that got shot down
Lets face it lady I am Darren Wilson and You are Micheal Brown
Left to lay in the street for every wanna be **** to see
Hands up dont shoot lady are you kidding me PLEASE!
He was a bully like you and he took one in the eye
And not a one of us round here give a **** that he died.
Feminism is ******* and so is Black Lives Matter
And no one really gives a **** about your useless Chatter.
Alli Smith drinks a fifth right before she logs on
Drunk and weary she cant think clearly but she remains on line till dawn
And Kricket Robinson do i have to listen to you sob again why dont you just shut the **** up Bissh you should have peed in that Cup
Cathleen Dean just why are you so mean I mean most of your post really ******!
Maybe you would cure that itch to be a salty ***** if only you would go out and get ******. you make me sick go *******.
Kristy Probst I give you props You are Keen unlike Cathleen but your hairdo looks like a MOP You might think you are slick but im hip to your tricks so will you please jump offa my ****.
The bleachers of my life are filled with ****** and ***** who sit on the sidelines and read on this rhyme with their fingers in their butts.you know you gotta read it then try to impeded it but you just cannot resist like a vaginal itch you you are ON IT.
Im your muse cuz whatever I do y'all copy that **** and run with IT have you no lives arent you wives? do you have kids to tend to what kind of pain have you been through.Does your husband beat you Your boss mistreat you what has gone wrong in your lives?
I bet you are even Bitter when you sit on the ******* oozing some **** out your ***. With a grunt then a **** you think youre real smart and when the brown plops down... I can tell .... that you love to sit and savor in your own smell.
Old lonely *** bisshes just what can we do? lets make up a page and write up things about YOU! I bet you add a lot of sugar to your juicy boogers before you chomp them down.To have a clean smell is your only wish while you are walking around smelling like fish.
The Bleachers of my life OR the peanut gallery, your polluted Haze ***** with my allergies.
Allli smith its OK It alright keep spewing your ***** But deep down inside I must confide you'll always be a *** *** BISHH
My Cheerleaders are all Fat and Ugly!
LeaveThisLife Feb 2015
Hi, my name is Alli
And I have an addiction*
I see blurry remains
Through my mascara tears
I fill my clouded head
With screams that nobody hears
I blast my music through my headphones
But his voice still echos in my head
I'm beginning to think I may never overcome this
I continue to relapse, time and time again
Maybe it's time I stop trying to recover
Maybe this is who I am
I stopped fighting my darkness, we're on the same side now

— The End —