Category: Poetry

  • Childhood fawn 

    Childhood fawn By Kaija Long Crow I mold myself to be whatever you want or need, I paid attention to your social cues. I noticed you give affection to those that pay their dues, this is the service conditioning of survival. Sometimes we fawn and end up as someone’s pawn left to deal with their shadows.…

  • LIDLESS

    LIDLESS BY STRONG BUFFALO A LIDLESS CUP OF COFFEE, MADE TO ORDER,  APPEARS UPON REQUEST, HOT AND BOUGHT,  SOUGHT AND NOT, MY CUP OF TEA, YET,  BOTH DESIRED ONLY TO BE QUICKLY CONSUMED OR SPILT UPON MY LAP, WITH A LITTLE FUSS AND SOME SUGAR AND CREAM. SHUT UP, YOU, INSUFFERABLE POET, DRINK IT UP,…

  • Strength Within

    Strength Within by Trinity L. Thompson In a distance, I hear faint criesalthough I know you must heal, let me dry your tears…we all have a weakness…cry if you mustallow me to help dissolve your fears,I too lost grip of so much that I cherished in life…I often daydream wondering why…until I’m smiling knowing one…

  • Ciclos

    Ciclos by Claudia Chavarría Espanol: PensandoPensando entre bien y mal No percibo el mal y el bien como abajo y arriba, o mal es izquierda o bien es derecha u viceversa, no lo percibo como una decisión mala o buena o un buen acto o mal acto porque hoy lo que parece bueno, desde ya…

  • Peanut Butter & Ayat Al-Kursi

    Peanut Butter & Ayat Al- Kursi by Sagirah Shahid When I broke my fast peanut butter performed a minor exorcism. Sat upon its stainless-steel throne before backing hunger into its cage. I licked the spoon, and my tongue recited its everlasting presence on my breath. In childhood, my grandmother taught me how to repeat the…

  • love.

    love. by sabr love is innate, it ain’t a trait.  we don’t have to be taught it.  like the heavy rains after a dry season,  it just be pouring.  but it’s fear being spread in these streets.  we are taught not to listen to our inner knowing,  my ears have been aching.  from ignoring the…

  • Buffalo Said

      Buffalo Said By Ben Weaver Once Buffalo said, Because we are not changing, the climate is. When he spokeI heard feathers brush against bellsspiraled shells turnin the sloshing wavesbreaking around my anklesso small upon the earth. Despite inherited and standardized normsinsisting the world is made up of factsrather than metamorphosesI know that I do…

  • The Dance

    The Dance

    The drum vibrates awake, The sun covers all of the world, The world here, the pow-wow world, is here, to be here, the master of ceremonies, he jokes and explains, is a friend. The lead singer begins with his voice The past returns, finger pointing The second follows up, the scale to continue, The dancers…

  • CAPTURE THE WIND

    CAPTURE THE WIND

    HE RODE UPON HIS HORSE, THE ONE, HE HAD CAPTURED FROM THE CROWS. THE EAGLE FEATHERS, THAT, HE WORE UPON HIS HEAD, TRAILED BEHIND HIM, ALL THE WAY TO THE GROUND, EARNED FOR DEEDS DONE, FOR HELPING OTHERS, FOR DOING WHAT, HE WAS MADE FOR, CAPTURE THE WIND, IS HIS NAME, HE RODE WITH MAN…

  • SPIRIT HORSE

    SPIRIT HORSE

    A SPIRIT HORSE FLEW BY ME, IT DID NOT GALLOP, IT, DID NOT NEED TO, FOR, SPIRITS DO NOT RUN, THEY FLY, THEY NEED NOT BE LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, NOT OF A HERD, IT WAS MOSTLY, AIR AND WIND, OH, THAT’S SAME THING! ONE DOES NOT NEED TO STRADDLE THE SADDLE OR PUT IN…