• The Pull

    There’s a gravity to you,
    quiet, irresistible,
    the kind that pulls
    without touching.

    But when you do touch,
    the night folds around us
    like silk caught in a fist.

    Your voice at my ear
    undoes me faster
    than the heat of your mouth
    on my shoulder.

    I fall into wanting,
    into you.

    © 2025

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  • ???

    I sit before you
    Blank
    Random thoughts
    Incoherents sounds
    Nothing
    Absolutly
    Empty

    Candle lit
    Shows shadow
    Places to hide
    Alone

    What is happening
    I do not understand
    I’ve scaled walls before
    Beaten away the void

    I dont like this
    Alone
    My thoughts
    Have jagged teeth
    Tearing at me
    I hold it back

    I sit here b…Read More

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    redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month

    Endings and Beginnings

    It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
    two days closer to May. Something
    unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
    my sight.

    Perhaps it was my over worked
    imagination, a mind focused
    entirely on the abstraction of
    reality, or the discord of a
    symphony that was playing
    in my head.

    Perhaps it was due to…Read More

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    Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month

    Depends What Matters…

    I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
    or what
    but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
    you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
    never forgetting the coveted white picket fence

    I have a question…
    what if that pattern…
    isn’t really one size fits all…

    I think of all the miserable…Read More

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    • Hi Willow, you have packed a lot into your poem. At its heart is the recognition of individuality, as opposed to individualism. We arrive in many different shapes and colors as well as temperaments. For me, it is a social matter, the traditions that arise out of society based on oppression, of class and social distinction and hierarchy, that…Read More

      • I fear that we’re rapidly approaching that time when women and those of color have few rights again. The number of bumper stickers I’ve seen with “Make women property again” make me sick. And this country is terrifying me more every day. It’s time for big change indeed. Thank you, Curt

  • The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

    April 28th arrives
    as an infested house,
    a structure trembling
    under the soft, relentless weight
    of everything that crawls,
    buzzes,
    flutters,
    or insists on existing
    in the cracks of the world.

    It is not one kind of bug.
    It is all bugs,
    every species the ending world
    has ever whispered into b…Read More

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