giraffes run loose through the house with anxious eyes and static electric hairs what else will happen before the paint dries? with...

Some of the lines the algorithm generates are quite catchy, others not so much. Still, it helps with writer's block. I mean I feel like...

I have more insight now as to why I've had such severe writer's block. I haven't been happy! Not just generally, but specifically about...

I have a serious case of writer's block, hence my neglegence here with Cosmic Coconut (sad face) . But I'm happy to say that I've found a...

Bad Poetry Unfortunately, there's a lot of crappy poetry and sometimes we get stuck with it. But it can be hard to get rid of books. You...

in stars and poems and atoms and states of matter - States of Matter by Anna Leahy For any liquid, there are two ways to arrive:...

i do not want to write not at all, not even a little. in fact, i feel quite over it, thanks. seriously so done. do not want this. ...

No, I f——g didn't. But I did see this: which reminded me of this: A Poem about Pain I can feel myself slipping away, fading away,...

From childhood to maybe my mid-thirties, I never paid attention to lyrics, even my favorite songs. I was embarrassed because I couldn't...

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for...

Okay so this is a short, silly post. First...a banana poem lovely bananas bananas are yellow scrumptious and nice you can grow them or...

February By Jack Collom It is all kind of lovely that I know what I attend here now the maturity of snow has settled around forming a...

Than softly falling snow Fussing over every flake And making sure It won't wake someone. by Charles Simic

I had a conversation with my refined, published far-and-wide poet friend about writer's block. Apparently, since publishing her latest...

because they marked you to cut down later i don't know how to be with you my boundaries, rootless, flow so i take pain personally, but i...

By Jennifer Michael Hecht Don’t kill yourself. Don’t kill yourself. Don’t. Eat a donut, be a blown nut. That is, if you’re going to kill...

by Danez Smith, from Don’t Call Us Dead let ruin end here let him find honey where there was once a slaughter let him enter the lion’s...

Pietà by Kevin Young I hunted heaven for him. No dice. Too uppity, it was. Not enough music, or dark dirt. I begged the earth empty of...

A Center By Ha Jin You must hold your quiet center, where you do what only you can do. If others call you a maniac or a fool, just let...

They did the deed of darkness In their own mid-light. He plucked a gray field mouse Suddenly in the wind. The small dead fly alive   ...