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This is my first attempt at slam poetry, and I'm excited to film a performance of this piece over the coming day.

Tags : prose

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A Poem by barton smock


to all who’ve taken part in the below, you…are the f*****g…best. *that said, will most likely be able to ship the book by this Fri..
domestic hypnosis

domestic hypnosis

A Poem by barton smock


a birthmark is a churchgoing scar
hospital young

hospital young

A Poem by barton smock


years back I met god in some nowhere town before I was born to teach symbolism. I know what room I’m in by the tv show my mother’s w..
in this life another is you

in this life another is you

A Poem by barton smock


father paints an abstract jesus. my sister bites at the shoulder strap of her bra. my brothers to keep from crumbling are sharing ..
The Clock That Told Stories

The Clock That Told Stories

A Poem by Ty


The Clock That Told Stories
mexican food.

mexican food.

A Poem by Reece Butler


Fitting in with the prose poetry/love poem genre, this wannabe vague post refers to a young girl's limerence.
However Long it Takes

However Long it Takes

A Poem by Art Betancourt


My love for you is only surpassed by my selfish self-hate
Archer and Annette

Archer and Annette

A Book by OrionZoi


In a world of the occult, with monsters no more common than the falling leaf, the typical nature of humanity will shine through this unlikely couple.
Chapter 1: Less Than Perfect Greetings

Chapter 1: Less Than Perfect Greetings

A Chapter by OrionZoi


The heroines come face to face at the Inn of the Capital. But, as the old adage goes; "first impressions are everything".
distance.

distance.

A Poem by Reece Butler


Why doesn’t he care? And (because he doesn’t) why do I care so much?
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A Poem by barton smock


untitled fog overtakes toad & boys are born. ghost yoga. crucifixion. train is a tunnel train’s never ..
your father

your father

A Poem by barton smock


a barber in a swim cap combing the dream for a surgeon’s toothpick
the stone

the stone

A Poem by barton smock


sack race. minotaur. (the stone) a before and after picture of absence.
lifelike and kind

lifelike and kind

A Poem by barton smock


in a home for animals that have tried to undress she weighs the child and the child the doll
my quiet quiet son

my quiet quiet son

A Poem by barton smock


“Probably I’ll die like this, a long time ago.” - Franz Wright I will never forget hearing god pronounce your name..
so sang

so sang

A Poem by barton smock


the person who reports photos missing, my sockless brother, the tooth fairy’s bones
tableau

tableau

A Poem by barton smock


I would look in the mirror to see if people knew I was ugly and maybe now my son does the same. in mine, god had no soul. in his, god’s sou..
doorbell, house of nothing

doorbell, house of nothing

A Poem by barton smock


I cured my sonin anotherlanguagethat of a perfect childbornto drawa circle-doorbell, house of nothing
teacher of dolls

teacher of dolls

A Poem by barton smock


sister has to use her body to care for her body. teacher of dolls. believer in the grenade become star. her blood she is told could ruin her baby&rsqu..
untitled

untitled

A Poem by barton smock


I was dead I thought about death I died sleep was the only spotlight my mother could avoid if you see a wolf, know sui..