Anthology Tuesday: Until There’s Nothing Left – Kindra M. Austin

The following poem is from Kindra M. Austin's upcoming poetry collection, Twelve. Enjoy.    Until There's Nothing Left My heart itches in the dark, and I can hear a scratching— sounds like millions of insects marching over a coffin.   I want to make my fingers into tiny shovels— dig until there’s nothing left.   …

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Anthology Tuesday: PROEM for Twelve – Kindra M. Austin

PROEM She’d often made it difficult, but I did love my mom beyond measure. Before learning she had died, I don’t believe I’d ever actually shrieked over any-fucking-thing in my life—that’s saying a lot. On 8 November, 2017, at three-something in the afternoon, the sound that erupted from my lungs and out of my mouth …

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Anthology Tuesday: An Excerpt from Volume 3 – S. K. Nicholas

In the back of a taxi, we’re organic vessels wrapped in madness and fear. When she leans her head back and laughs, I wrap my fingers around her throat, and as beads of rain slide down the windows, I stroke that chin of hers and call her mine. Flared nostrils and lust. Glowing eyes and …

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Anthology Tuesday: I Won’t Always Be Me – Nicole Lyons

I won’t always walk gently. Sometimes I will stomp, and I will rage, and my footsteps will shake the mountains of love you have heaped upon my earth. I won’t always speak kindly. Sometimes I will spit, and I will scream, and the venom from my tongue will poison the oceans of love you have …

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Anthology Tuesday: Decor and Decorum – Georgia Park

  Like a monk walking barefoot at dawn to collect his alms I collect notes of recommendation based on small acts of kindness and a bald faced willingness to lie, transcripts bills I can't begin to pay and anticipate rejection slips from several publications - I wait by the mailbox to intercept these before my …

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Anthology Tuesday: Lost Voice – Christine E Ray

siren’s golden voice once dropped confident syllables into air as naturally as breathing now stifled in constricted throat that struggles to swallow six-sided anxiety hot, sour bile college ruled notebooks once full of manic scribblings compulsively captured in black ink before inspiration could swirl down the floor drain collect dust sigh from disuse pen now …

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Anthology Tuesday: My Right Foot – Christine E Ray

At 7:40 pm on Wednesday night my right foot went on strike Declaring that unsafe working conditions too much unpaid overtime and general lack of appreciation from the management made continuing unacceptable impossible even As we were walking up a steep hill at the time at the end of a very long day i was not amused I tried flattery cajoling threats and finally resorted to just dragging …

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Anthology Tuesday: Black Roses and Moonlight – Christine E Ray

she brings black roses and moonlight fireflies like stars in her sky bare feet caress the dewy ground night blooming jasmine reaching up to brush her opal skin she is a casualty of time forgotten midnight goddess slipped from her stem name no long invoked reverently on devout lips her followers reduced to the night …

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