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BELATED happy National Poetry Month!

“I Know Crips Live Here” by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

“Prayer for Werewolves” by Stephanie Burt

“Tin Busket” by Jenny George

“Give Ear to My Words (Psalm 5)” by Ernesto Cardenal

“Penelope / Odysseus” by Alex Peery Clark @two-bees-poetry

“Achilles / Patroclus” by LJ Moore

“First They Came for the Jews” by Pastor Niemöller

“Two-Headed Calf” by Laura Gilpin

“she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father.” by @inkskinned

“all this living is catching up to me” by @hauntedomens

“The Hymn of Patroclus” by Penelope L. P. @penelopelpa

“The first lines of emails I’ve received while quarantining” by Jessica Salfia

“Song for Baby-O, Unborn” by Diane di Prima

“Question” by May Swenson

“Young People” by Richie Hofmann

“The Bronze Arms” by Richie Hofmann

“The Trans Agenda is to Keep My F*cking Friends Alive” by Sol Rios

“For a Student Who Used AI to Write a Paper” by Joseph Fasano

“The Boy Scout Pledge” by Michael Glatze

“How to Watch Your Brother Die” by Michael Lassell

“We Have Enough Dead Friends” by Lena Oleanderson @lena-oleanderson

“Eclipse,” acrylic & oil on stretched canvas, 2024

Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints

Lover

Melt your fingertips into my skin,

Honey dripping between limbs.

Ebony hands gripping porcelain hips,

Obsidian and howlite,

Evening and starlight,

Melt me with your tender kiss.

Oh, lover,

Sweet embrace among silken cloth,

Hovering like a moth

To your flame, under our covers.

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 1

Untitled (warning: violence against marginalized & minority populations)

Sitting on the ground reading Emily Dickinson

Just me, God, and the ants

One on my ankle, one on my shoe

I’m sure I’m getting eat up

Oh well

There are worse things that bite

Love

Touch me.

Caress me.

Shiver the dust from my bones

And patch the rusted holes of my organs.

Quell the drought of my valleys,

Ushering in the wildflowers and honeybees.

Breathe life back into this old clay

And make me whole again.

18 (warning: suicidal thoughts)

Blow out the candles, darling.

You might make it to 18.

After all the nights crying

Through gritted teeth.

After the day you thought

That if you killed yourself

Their lives would be more pleasing.

Congratulations, darling.

You’re almost 18.

Happy National Poetry Month!

Poetry recs:

“On Meeting a Stranger in a Bookshop” by Oscar Williams

“Clean Socks” by Anna Kate Stanley

“14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by Doc Luben

“2AM, and the Rabbinical Students Stand in their Bathrobes” by Yehoshua November

“I Remembered” by Sara Teasdale

“a poem to all the dead things” by Ava (@amethyst.hour on Instagram)

“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

“I want to see the tulips in Holland.” by @byrdieprose

It Is (warning: depression, self sabotage, trauma)

Behind as dirt, numb as snow,

Handcuffed rage by my own red-handed self.

The monster’s back, isn’t it?

Monochrome duality of emotions

Like drama masks that fit briefly,

Then slip off.

Little horrors behind the eyes of a jolted girl.

It’s chronic, isn’t it?