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this has been a difficult week. the terror attacks in El Paso and Ohio have left us in tears. poetry has always been a source of comfort and healing throughout history. take a moment this week to mourn. then write. write about healing. write about anger. write about love. write about hatred. write about everything you feel needs to be said, but say it louder.

hot july night by eric short

In your bed, pretending to sleep, secretly counting fan blades like flower petals, wondering He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me. Thank god there are five.  

A Closet Story by Jo Matsaeff

I remember dressing up as Salvador Dali for a Carnival parade at school somewhere between 2009 and the end of my teenage years.   My young face, rounder than it

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The End by Marlee Head

Grief is the silence that burdens the sound — one house, two homes two minds, the bones of all that hurts and remains.   The moon is hung with echoes

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