Every Day Poems

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Love Poems

I’ve Set Out All of the Traps for Us by Kiara Nicole Letcher

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I’ve Set Out All of the Traps for Us by Kiara Nicole Letcher I start to miss you right after you leave and then at night I feel a deep ache in that need spot. Feeling full to the brim with urgency soft serve ice cream melting off the cone. Why are you holding my mouth so wide open? So wide open in lust and embarrassment?! Why are you seeing me so full and … [Read more...] about I’ve Set Out All of the Traps for Us by Kiara Nicole Letcher

Now and Then

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Now and Then by Phil Huffy It is no longer the same sadness, that sharp, hopeless sting, so unremitting, for much has faded from the mind, and even those vivid dreams are now most mercifully calm, reviewing past events only indirectly, if at all. Our favorite tune can be heard safely, with absence of consequence, while familiar haunts have lost their curse and … [Read more...] about Now and Then

Portrait by Louis Gallo

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Portrait by Louis Gallo A fine woman she was, full of protein and lentils and maybe some turnip greens . . . and I saw these translated into her everything, Ah, so much to live for, and even more to die for. I'm thinking of Walt Whitman right now. I always think of Walt Whitman. Looks like rain tomorrow. Wouldn't you know. Just when you're thinking of Walt … [Read more...] about Portrait by Louis Gallo

“Alone and at Night” by: Eliana Sara

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“Alone and at Night” by Eliana Sara Do you remember when We were walking late at night And the streetlights went out One by one Like every horror film you’ve ever seen At least that’s what you said (I never went for those personally) And we realized we were “city folk” who are all marked by their shared fear of complete darkness. We ended up holding hands and … [Read more...] about “Alone and at Night” by: Eliana Sara

For Donovan by Sarah O’Brien

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For Donovan by Sarah O'Brien Your pants are made from the softest fabric. You challenge me to a game of chess. “You didn’t use your Queen enough,” you say after winning, and I soak in this metaphor. I was too focused on someone else’s King. I overlooked mine—left you exposed. Your wounds from her violence linger, and you mistrust even me. I ask my angels for a … [Read more...] about For Donovan by Sarah O’Brien