Tag: May Poetry Feature
god hates your economic machine, your war machine, and your actual machines
The following is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.   pick ply plumb lungs from empty attic static attack addicts on half racked grief from thief in their solace state has haphazard lack luster map maker she hits finished slits across concrete constables and rips a thick lap victory vein in her golden hair stains…
Labored Breath
The following is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.  Something caught within your throat this morning, As I listened in, Some roughness at the ragged end, Trying to begin. And as we try another day, I hear the wheeze increase, I hear the fear and pain and grief, Like instruments at play….
JANUARY 6, 2019
The following is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.  I feel the grasp of your hand as it releases me. I fall & fall for what feels like forever. Landing in my own reality. We’ve got mind, body, and soul; seven billion people trapped in a claustrophobic foxhole. Spinning & spinning &…
someone needed to do this
The following is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.   Momma, I’m gonna try real hard not to die today. I wanna promise, I’ll come home. But if I don’t- If some pig murders me, whatever the talking heads say- Someone needed to do this. It had to be me, okay? They’ll maybe…
Radically soft
The following is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.   I love too hard comforted by touch, hearts warmed through passion, people, animals, places, things. I feel too hard and I always take it personal, never accepted society’s expectations of hardness, never cold, distant, or afraid to take the leap. Nothing is trivial,…
The many
The following is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.   Sometimes things need fixing; The cogs are all mucked up, Founded on an outdated design, Money thrown to keep ’em spinning. Flaws get lost in rhetoric, and — Distracted by chauvinist conflict — We don’t realize that it just keeps breaking, Gears ground…
A clown is all that I can be
The following poem was inspired by the children of Palestine. It is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.  I am a clown dwelling beneath rockets Oh land, mourn, mourn this clown’s breath Red wine and tears will crawl along Let them impregnate the dirt New beautiful children will grow strong Becoming clowns,…
May Day Poetry Feature
First off, I want to thank everyone who answered the call and submitted poems for our first ever May poetry feature! I’ll admit I was a little scared about going off the beaten path here, but you all delivered, and it’s been a real pleasure to review the poems we’ve received. I also want to…
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