Sisyphus, Further Upstate Nothing new, nothing you haven’t discovered yet, only America, only I will make you sing it louder, will make you scream it, scream AMERICA!! like it’s the answer to a question you can’t imagine, like you’re hanging from a rope of used needles, hanging from a rope of spent time, and it’s […]
Read more "JOHN SWEET ~ Sisyphus, Further Upstate"4th Annual Karen Trujillo Poetry Contest, the winning poems, 2025 Best 9th Grade Poem “Empty Threads” by Arturo Luna EMPTY THREADS But even peace feels so distantWhen I replay the words that tore us apart.The house is quiet, but I feel it,Like the walls are pressing in, but it echoesHeavy with the weight in my […]
Read more "WINNING POEMS FROM 4th ANNUAL KAREN TRUJILLO POETRY CONTEST for high school poets in Las Cruces, NM 2025"WALLY WORLD In the flower pencil I write. Writing while im drifting away. Drifting away to the tulip field, I dont like tulips. Though the fragrant is more beautiful then the tulip, Roses are more my style Roses I find at the store with the blue name The store that is solid for everything, To […]
Read more "REYLEAN LUCERO ~ WALLY WORLD"LOVE AND TIME INTERTWINED The past never thought the present could be such a gift, nor did the future predict I would forfeit to this pretty woman’s kiss, never did the future guess that this woman would happily live in my skin, settle in my mind, be the first in the heart hotel to check […]
Read more "Damian Mercer ~ LOVE AND TIME INTERTWINED"Rooting for Someone Else’s Roots White plastic bags from Salvation Army drift down El Paso’s Durango Street. What’s inside? A water bottle in a barbed collar? A bar of granola no control over the gambol of its boundaries? A package of dried fruitage no say in its reconstitution? Does refugee come from refuse or refuge? What […]
Read more "2 BORDER POEMS BY TIM STALEY"The Irish Way She didn’t own the bar, but she owned the bar, if you know what I mean, the Irish red-haired beauty with light freckled skin and a laugh like windchimes. She could handle a cloth, a mug, a till full of money, a compliment, a come-on, bleary eyes, and brawling fists as if she were […]
Read more "3 POEMS BY Arvilla Fee"L’appel Du Vide ~ Call of the Void What’s a boy to a star who gazes from afar?But a boy lost in reverie, knowing he was bound to be from the start?L’appel du vide.I can be condescending just to feel like I’m ascendingbut still feel like a decline, is the message sending?L’appel du vide.If my […]
Read more "SIJRA ~ L’APPEL DU VIDE"Transition Dreams Cab to train to plane to bus—– Where am I? Where? Here is a house but the rooms keep changing. Here all is familiar—– the school, the mall, the ceremonies, the stadium. What have I missed or is it all the session of mid & I just need rewinding? Traveling, strangers traveling, & all that […]
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