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  • Nikomis by Shelby Larkin

    Nikomis by Shelby Larkin
    Sep 23 2025
    Nikomis Shelby Larkin Your smile sung out to sunshine& carried it across ages& every sunny day has a piece of you in it
    I think of you when a butterfly lands gently on a Black Eyed Susan Or a humming bird shimmers through the air
    I think of you when a warm breeze touches the tree tops & they dance, glittering like emeraldsI think of you when childhood ease whispers gently against my soul
    I think of giggling through trails in the forest& you showing me the magic that’s always there
    I think of dancing naked in the sunshine because no one was there to see & the freedom you placed right in the heart of me
    I think of you when the powwow drums beats& my heart cries out to dance
    You gave me those things before you left& I’ll always think of that

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    2 min
  • "a walk from my Eve to my Lilith" by Eva Garg

    "a walk from my Eve to my Lilith" by Eva Garg
    Sep 22 2025
    a walk from my Eve to my Lilitha swim within my own soul
    One was made from your rib,the other, from the same soil as you.
    One sacrificed herself for your love,the other loved herselfUntil there was nothing left to hate.
    One poured herself into empty vesselsuntil they overflowed.The other filled her cup first,Before she emptied yours
    One accepted the truth she was given,the other bent reality to fit her fire.
    To one, we owe origin.To the other, feminine rage.
    One was never enough.The other was always too much.
    One of me was taught to be Eve.The other longed to walk the earth as Lilith.
    I spoke like Eve,but I bled like Lilith.
    Until they both destroyed me to save my soul.And I?I became the prayerburning in the fire.
    - Eva Garg

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    • @thelifedraft on Instagram

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    2 min
  • Sunday Recap & Theory by Maggie Devers

    Sunday Recap & Theory by Maggie Devers
    Sep 21 2025
    Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.Sep 15 - First Person Account of a Seed by Vinita Agrawal @vinitaagrawal18 on Instagram. Her book Eartha is out now.Sep 16 - the listener by Laura Theis @wodehouse_and_i on Instagram. Her book, Introduction to Cloud Care, is available now. Her children’s poetry book, Poems from a Witch’s Pocket, is also available now.Sep 17 - I am the dove by GiGi @thegigirising on Instagram. Her books, The Scorpio Rising, and The Marilyn Rising: Letters to Marilyn, are available now. Her third book, The California Rising: Poems from San Francisco & LA, will be published March 20, 2026Sep 18 - Sometimes by Hania Anwar @wanderings.in.words on Instagram. @BeeInMyBonnet on Substack.Sep 19 - When I fall asleep by Jessica Lyon-Wall @thetrinitypoet on Instagram. Her book, Bones, is out now.Sep 20 - A Pocketful of Joy by Mishty Singh @mishty_22writes on Instagram.Sep 21 - Theory Maggie DeversThe bees dive back in the poolEven though they can’t swim.Something to do with their polarityOf navigation or death wish. I’ve not yet decidedWhich story to believe So I’ll move between the two As suits what I seek that day—Alignment or death. Perhaps They are not so far off.We seek extremes
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    9 min
  • A Pocketful of Joy by Mishty Singh

    A Pocketful of Joy by Mishty Singh
    Sep 20 2025
    A Pocketful of Joy by Mishty Singh Joy doesn't always dance in paradesor call your name from mountaintops.Sometimes, it drifts in quietly the same way light pools on windowsills,the same way a breeze remembers your hair.
    It hides in mismatched teacups,in songs that start slow and end in smiles,in the rustle of pages at midnight,and the comfort of socks pulled just right.
    A butterfly doesn’t know how much wonder it carries.A laugh, once shared,can echo longer than any storm.
    These are the things we tuck in our pockets,not loud, not bold, not grand,but soft like petals lost in journals,blooming when we understand.


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    2 min
  • When I fall asleep by Jessica Lyon-Wall

    When I fall asleep by Jessica Lyon-Wall
    Sep 19 2025
    When I fall asleep by Jessica Lyon-Wall I was 12 when they brought me back. The process Was a slow one, over a year I went unnoticed, Pale, thin, and guzzling My brother's juice in secret.
    One day I went to sleep And didn't wake up. I don't know how I got there, But I remember some bright lights. Then starched sheets and my teddy,The wires in my hair. They said I had been gone 3 days,Link up my machines, I could be an industry!
    (This is perhaps a story I should never tell)
    I'd find my mum in the medicine room, practicing,Stabbing citrus again,But oranges don't bruise and satsumas Don't feel pain.
    The needles got shorter, the technology refined. They were ever sure They would fix the biology in my lifetime,And find a decent cure.
    I am fearful, and alone with it. That is how it feels. And if I do sleep, I have the dreams.
    I settle down, I pull the duvet up,Turn the lamp off, I wonder what my night will bring,Whether my body is done,If the morning will come. Or if it will blossom Into the perfect combination Of sugar and hormones, A day I've never seen before. At the clocks twelfth strike, Now the sun glows Like corridor lights.
    How I live is this- And this is what it's like.

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    • @thetrinitypoet on Instagram
    • Her book, Bones, is out now


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    2 min
  • Sometimes by Hania Anwar

    Sometimes by Hania Anwar
    Sep 18 2025
    Sometimes by Hania AnwarSometimesI wish I was born aManin true Plath-ian fashionto roam the desolate fieldsat Dusky Dawnwithout the gripping fearof being stripped bare andTornIf I were a Man I wonderwould I fight half as much with my mother?Would she chastise me for not wordlessly helping around the house were I a Son and not adaughter?Would my father have turned away the childish outstretched handthat reached towards his noisy busy factorywere I a Son and not adaughter?If I were a Manwould I have worried about unborn childrenpart of un-lived futures and the thousand ways I would Fail them?The only reason Rhett could say he didn’t “Give a damn”was because he was a ManI was born with all the Damns in the world crammed into meUntil I began to Choke

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  • I am the dove by GiGi

    I am the dove by GiGi
    Sep 17 2025
    I am the doveby GiGi I am the dove.
    My song is mournful,a single nerve splitting cry outin painbecause it’s fucking rainingand pouringwith pressure and bullshitand there’s nothing I can do to stop itand it feels like I’ll absolutely burstbefore a diamond is formed.
    I am the dove.
    I bring the waterthrough tearsand motherhoodand a basket of fresh laundrythat always happens to wind up on the bed,in a lump, similar to the one stuck in my throatfrom all of the wordsthat I want to spitin your face.
    I am the dove.
    So instead of spitting on you,I scream at myselfand I cry out to God asking,“WHY?!”
    Even though I already know the goddamn answers.
    Because I just wantthe clipping of my wingsto commenceso I can finally take flightand truly soarthe way God has beenpreparing me.

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    • @thegigirising on Instagram
    • Her books, The Scorpio Rising, and The Marilyn Rising: Letters to Marilyn, are available now
    • Her third book, The California Rising: Poems from San Francisco & LA, will be published March 20, 2026

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  • the listener by Laura Theis

    the listener by Laura Theis
    Sep 16 2025
    the listener Laura Theis her magic was so gentle you may not have known itfor a spell
    the way she was able to listen so openlythat we were each coaxed into speaking our language
    the fiddle began to talk of the willow tree it had beenhow it had feasted on light and liquid
    how it had swayed and creaked in the wind like a door to another realm
    the piano confessed how its beauty was forged from the killing of a playful giant who had loved his life of mischief and joy
    while the rain outside sang along in the dangerous language of watera complicated grammar of clouds and dropletsstillness and rush
    even the silence afterwards surprised itselffor the first timein the mirror of her quiet attention
    and bowed like a secret wordthat had suddenly understood its own significance

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    • @wodehouse_and_i on Instagram
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    • Her children’s poetry book, Poems from a Witch’s Pocket, is available now

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