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Scorned, Megan Lynn

The Tuxedo Archives

I wove a barbed-wire basket
To carry my ex-lover's heart,
An evil remembrance of what you tore apart
Now all I need is to open his casket. ~excerpt from poem

Ode, Brittany Blake

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o Heorot

My dearest love, how I long for thee!
When I yearn for nourishment, thou feedest me.
I grasp for words which thy beauty describe,
Thy pleasing water is such I love to imbibe. ~excerpt from poem

Starry Night, Brittany Blake

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The day God created her,
there was no mold,
no precedent,
no standard. ~excerpt from poem

From My Mouth To God's Ear, Aiyana Beck

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From my mouth to god’s ears
I cry with tears
Save him, save me
Save us for a sad world indeed
A world where a whole is spilt in halves
And a child cries for his dad ~excerpt from poem

Tongue Twisting Word Listing, Alex Ward

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I’m Tall like Bunyan, Pierce, and Gasol,
I’m white like Wall, but my names not Paul,
unfortunate fortune tellers break their crystal ball,
Peter Piper picked a patch, cabbage patch doll,
wicked wizardry words slippery like lotion ~excerpt from poem

The Gladiatrix, Heather Soderquist

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Birth me mother, please, in silence
For I’ll know no tranquil world.
Only then will life be peaceful
For I’m a rebel girl. ~excerpt from poem

Sir Gerstle's Fowl Lament, Vicki Thomson

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Do you hear gobbles from a haunted voice?
Feather cape, swan-like neck, on stage no more-
I, Sir Gerstle, gallant turkey, hero,
Swashbuckling star of street studded drama,
Deceased. Thespian whose sharp crimson beak
And golden feet, leaped, fencing and dashing,
Darting between moving cars, trucks, and bikes
Earning their wrath while I gave you a laugh,
Aviary Aristophanes –gone. ~excerpt from poem

Background, Eugene Rinehart

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Dad stands in the back aisle

And smiles

I know, he prefers it that way

To being up front and

Not having a good time. ~excerpt from poem

Unfolding, Julie Muskat

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All the beauty in the world is contained in a grain of sand.
Once a rock, a shell, a bone
Tumbled by history
Tossed through the sea
Atoms traveling, changing, constantly evolving
Forever creating
New forms ~excerpt from poem

Haitian Bitch, Sukey Lewis

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Destruction of my substructure by stressed plates,
Some voo-doo curse laid it on—deconstructing my
Already worn-out, washed-up, ruined heap some called infrastructure.
Why? Too much bad blood, buried bones.
Lost babies, lost mamas, lost—
Nothing new, but nasty all the same. ~excerpt from poem

And On The 7.0 Day, He Rested, Janelle Harris

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The ground merely twitched at first.
A slight hiccup really.
I thought I had tripped,
Lost equilibrium for just a moment.
The ground bellowed next.
A roar really. ~excerpt from poem

The Harbor, Stephen Dalton

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I’ve slid across the bow,
slick with settling mist,
and dropped through the hatch
into the bunk below. ~excerpt from poem

With Death's Cousin, Pastor Bejinez

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I see her blood relation to death, in the wrinkles of her forehead,
Yet, I want her.
Her heavy breath, lingers out, over her damp lips
And E
C
H
O
E
S
A soft invitation, through my mind.
She slowly pulls me, closer to her smooth, magazine face
With her hypnotic, inhaled breath, full of mystery. ~excerpt from poem

Another's Plate, Pastor Bejinez

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She’s the mother of four
Chirping and screaming
Children.
None are his own
Though he wishes
They were. ~excerpt from poem

Jack In The Box, Laura L. Reiche

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Behold the bloodless puppet rising
out a cheap quadrangular man-hole.
Fluorescent mandarin hair forming
a deceptive heart around alabaster skin,
framing his daisy petal eyes, his pink colossal nose,
and boomerang mouth.

~excerpt from poem

Doors, Laura L. Reiche

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Staunch sentries of decision

gloating and imposing

tempting and untrustworthy. ~excerpt from poem

No Drunken Frenzy, Kimberly Satterfield

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Chatter of cedar waxwings

is shrill this morning.

Must be fifty crested visitors,

scarlet-russet-gold breasts

glint iridescent. ~excerpt from the poem

Spin The Bottle, Jennifer Curtin

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A bottle turns feverishly on its side

a compass searching north, east, west, yes

pointedly at a predestined angel

of crackled lips and sweaty pits

A tender moment of locked eyes searching

the other’s approval and first move

for the fated instant~excerpt from the poem

An Algorithm For Counting The Hair On Your Head, Eli M. Barr

Journal of Humanistic Mathematics

A comedic poem which uses the form of an algorithm for poetic effect.

Bendiciones, Lydia M. Lara

Vázquez-Valarezo Poetry Award

A poem embodying the simple yet powerful gesture of the bendicion. For many latinxs this gesture commonly occurs between older family members to younger family members as farewell, prayer, and blessings to protect the younger individual on their journies through life. The gesture of the blessing is a meaningful and deeply rooted action that carries the blessings of the ancestors who have come before us and endured colonization, dictatorship, and civil war and spiritually drives their children and children's children to fight for better in the modern day Latina/Chicana struggle. We are our ancestors wildest dreams.

Bendiciones, Lydia Lara

Vázquez-Valarezo Poetry Award

A poem embodying the simple yet powerful gesture of the bendicion. For many latinxs this gesture commonly occurs between older family members to younger family members as farewell, prayer, and blessings to protect the younger individual on their journies through life. The gesture of the blessing is a meaningful and deeply rooted action that carries the blessings of the ancestors who have come before us and endured colonization, dictatorship, and civil war and spiritually drives their children and children's children to fight for better in the modern day Latina/Chicana struggle. We are our ancestors wildest dreams.

Unbroken, Masood Mohammed

be Still

Unbroken is a short, powerful poem describing some of the all too familiar difficulties that students and physicians face in the hospital and medical field as a whole.

The Other Side Of The Wall, Ted S. Owens

Mighty Pen Project Anthology & Archive

A poetic paean to warriors of all ages and conflicts.

Articles, stories, and other compositions in this archive were written by participants in the Mighty Pen Project. The program, developed by author David L. Robbins, and in partnership with Virginia Commonwealth University and the Virginia War Memorial in Richmond, Virginia, offers veterans and their family members a customized twelve-week writing class, free of charge. The program encourages, supports, and assists participants in sharing their stories and experiences of military experience so both writer and audience may benefit.

The Emperor's Cut, Rose Postma

Pro Rege

No abstract provided.

A Singing God, David Schelhaas

Pro Rege

No abstract provided.

Incense, Bob De Smith

Pro Rege

No abstract provided.

Hesed: Sunday After Shabbat, Mary Dengler

Pro Rege

No abstract provided.

Heorot, Bob De Smith

Pro Rege

No abstract provided.

Winter Eves In Northwest Iowa, Mary Dengler

Pro Rege

No abstract provided.

Maximillian Sunflowers, David Schelhaas

Pro Rege

No abstract provided.