elementia
It was just red
By Gaby Kill"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never one beautiful, it was just red." - Kait Rokowski
I wanna make poetry out of the way the boy who was my first grade best friend
private poem
By Yasi Farahmandniathere are years to work out the kinks.
my hands buzzing and my tongue stuck to the back of rusty teeth, i scream to write in an unmarked
language.
but spit wets the page instead.
i want to communicate by destroying our common language.
neighbor’s shopkeeper bell
By Yasi Farahmandniayou are
one of the more lovelier sounds.
i find these days,
i can replicate you if i close my ears enough:
the clash of my spoon with the ice cream bowl,
the kiss my lighter leaves on the body of a candle,