Years, lost in Silent pain, broken walls Broken bones Throbbing, smashed by slamming doors Vile words like acid dripping doubt, defile the heart Bury the shame down […]
Often. Sitting in a room in need of paint. The sun crisscrossing the mismatched palettes. The slow hum of laughter and random conversation. Often. Sitting on a […]
The water superseded. The grayness. The darkness. Nightmares into the sun. All this time later, And the levees could still break. What became of this place? Can […]
Worry winds up. Starts small then grinds your gears Till the peak of fears. Undoubtedly, then it’s the only thing that you’re sure of So it stands […]
She was from Poland, My great grandmother was. An immigrant. She arrived, at the bottom of a ship, She could not read or write in English. My […]
Sitting in the garden The plants are teaching me the complexities of life We all want fiercely to love after a great severing so awful We clamber […]
Prying dead skin from chapped lips and cracked hands, picking out each strand of hair, pulling apart the split ends, losing balance from pins and needles and […]
The burden of being a woman is always being expected to hold everything together, unallowed ever to break down into tears and simultaneously not allowed to express […]
You had wondered why I No longer kept up With the writings on the wall You wondered why My presence has become obsolete Why my absence left […]
I knelt down by the water searching for my reflection bubbling up from the depths a hand claws curled surfaces reaches rips my face off blood sinews […]
What hasn’t been processed lingers like a stale cigarette, polluting the good in what’s left. To feel so empty, numb and stuck is something i assumed i […]
something feels like it broke inside me can’t quite put my finger on what or when just snapped like a neck and the pieces are falling out […]
Poet and writer Maria Beben shares the deeply personal journey behind her debut poetry collection, A Trail of Lost Buttons. From pandemic introspection to the fear of vulnerability, Maria opens […]
é muito preciosa /it is so precious essa moça /that young woman falando a sua /reciting her poesia brega /tacky poetry como piriguete /like a pick-me-girl tentando […]
I carried her body to the water Washed her hair with my tears Sent her away with flower petals I joined the cattails’ sway I’ll dig […]
It is hallowed and cold Damp with no light The fire is out Need dry wood Stack and stack The flame is low Nurture, oxygen, crawl How […]
One day you will find this. Maybe it will serve as a reminder or maybe it will bring peace in the morning. You have lived a life […]
It brings strength as it glides to your pace. It holds you up if you need it to be there. The weather, sun or storms do […]
29th of March As the icy breeze filled the air I wanted nothing more than To be acquainted with your warm embrace Once again, like before Little […]
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