Willard

Hello! So, uh, this used to be a tradition every December. 25 days of Christmas themed poetry. Started it four years ago, haven't done it the past two, but want ...

Claiming a spot

#7 So, I stopped posting because I was hospitalized for a sinus infection, however I have been writing on and off since the last poem. Here's one I wrote today, ...

#6 a/n: I have been wanting to write a poem with this metaphor for a few months. Finally got to it, and it's better than I expected, but still, eh. ...

#5 couplet I'm kind of proud of. i see the same hillside. with you, completely there, growing into something taller than skylines with broken ribs. your breaths fall out your ...

#4 warning for language love is what love is; i've always spoken it into monuments. their eyes would be pearls among cheeks captured in marble, and i spent a lot ...

#3 the sun sets before i call in the child; before the child shoves a fist down a coyote’s mouth. their whimpers, his and its, flood a parking lot. he ...

#2 as the wheel of the bus crushes my head, it saddens me my breasts will never grow in. i extrapolate as a hypothetical, literal star killed in the past. ...

I've been writing, not on here, am aiming for thirty poems this month, here's one. It's clearly a mess, a lot of it was inspired by walking through the suburbs ...

I haven't been on in a long time but this will be good exercise if it goes long enough.

Daniela

the greatest guy in the world

One-Off: bodies without organs; in iowa, in washington you told me you lactate, but you bleed instead. a stream leads from lips to navel. you busted them with strangers, with ...

poem from yesteryear I can be Magneto, if I was bald. But I'd need to lose the ability to walk. Good thing I'm a reckless driver. I'll take my hands ...

i've waited for you to squeeze me and feel the chinese newspaper under my ribs. in the black summer sun, we cld keel over in the sand and watch small ...