We just received our second anonymous submission! Check out this great (and extremely relevant) poem and please feel free to comment. We hope that as more anon poems come in they will inspire more writers to submit. If you would like to submit a poem too, anon or otherwise, you can find out how to do so here. Enjoy the poem!
Here’s yet another poem I’ve been working on. Tell me what you think!
-Ethan
Just a pinch
is often what we need
if more than a
pinch
is what we want
but when the single
pinch
wakes us from our dreams
it’s not the
pinch
I thought.
And as I
pinch
my pen in hand
on paper a
pinch
of ink
the single
pinch
on the nerve of my back
is the most prevalent
pinch
I think about.
Howdy everyone, Ethan here. It’s already been about a month since this site’s been up live and running, and although it’s yet to see many submissions come through (I’m crossing my fingers that we’ll see some more activity soon!), it seemed necessary to still commemorate the first of hopefully many milestones. I couldn’t sleep much last night and had some lines going through my head that I needed to write down. So I thought I would share a poem I just started working on in the interest that it would get some much needed feedback. Here it is:
Lady luck
I was upset when I thought I lost you
cursing under my breath words
that fell out of my lips a bit too loosely
about how useless it all was
wearing a charm around my neck
that couldn’t stay around my neck
but that was the not quite right way
things always seemed to work.
My pockets jangled as I played
the role of reluctant detective
and it wasn’t quite right that
I checked the spot I last saw you last
and it wasn’t quite right that
that you never even left.
Our first anonymous submission, “Faith/Ignorance”! Please provide comments, constructive criticism, and feedback!
Faith/Ignorance
I walk across the street without looking,
Head down, no one knows I’m missing,
Tracing my feet with each step,
I take comfort where roads intersect—
I took for granted the car racing towards me—
I’m stuck in my own head—
Some will call it faith, and others ignorance,
But when the truth finally hits me,
I’ll call it dead.
As a show of good faith, creator of “The Untitled P.S.” Ethan Guberman has volunteered one of his own poems for the site. If you would like to submit a poem, you may read how to do so here. Please feel free to provide comments and constructive criticisms on this site’s first poem!
Hallowed
When fat laughs at its absence
and its bone to pick
locks skeletons out of tea parties
in their closet,
when they stand enameled
in shadow turned in
toward their stiff condition
and make first contact
with the only self
esteemed in reflection,
when they let the dark passenger
hitchhike their synapses
to dates with demons,
ballets with wolves
in sheep skin
and carnal cotillions,
when sinew, tissue and flesh
meet their calcium castles,
and the watchtowers spot
the lighthouse squinting
through muddy eyes,
sifting dust out of the stellar
cracks in His fallen skull,
when His odyssey found
safe harbor the seventh day,
when kingdom come
came crashing down,
when he was
everything
and there was
nothing,
He took a finite breath and
gave the hollow ones a
soul.
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