Entries in poetry (9)
Thank you!
Thank you for making our celebration of National Poetry Month a smashing success! Going into April, I hadn't written a poem in well over a year. But the talented writers, photographers and artists who submitted their work inspired me to the point that I began to write poems again - with a fury.The result? Apotheosis, a chapbook of seven poems. Order your copy today!
Grateful to the artists of the world,
Tamryn Spruill
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Tumor
By Tamryn Spruill
Little Nobodies wing past
In the wee hours of morn
On way from Bardo to
Rebirth. Awaiting a host to
Implant life, orgasms galore.
With ova and seed, they’ll mate –
Gestate, and then be born.
But no being lolls here, for
My glands are immoderately worn –
Unused, yet terribly shorn.
Contact: Tamryn Spruill * Website: www.wordnerdeditorial.com
Email: info@wordnerdeditorial.com
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in memory of a dark girl
By Cedric Tillman
I am
missing you a bit,
More than I thought,
and more than I should.
But your spirit hovers over me.
Impish.
You must stop playing with my halo.
I should stop letting you.
Shoo, gone now.
You know me well.
It was the melanin, I’m afraid
It was watery,
It leaked all over you.
No mixing, no adulterating.
Grain alcohol blackness
saturated even the tangled,
sovereign curls
you idly twisted in daydreams
It simmered on your cheeks,
a veiled emotion.
It seeped onto your breasts,
where it burst at their conclusions.
It dove into your lips, where...
Those lips.
Your lips were grey.
They were like black after pink lost out.
They were softly corrugated and nice.
Your tongue was neon
against night’s background
It was easy to see between teeth.
You were better for shadow
like poems for solitude
The bad lighting to finish good novels to,
There were secrets in your stare
that made it worth the strain to see you
I could you make you out
in basements with no light.
I could feel for the warmth
that had blown out the bulbs,
and follow the heat of an urge
that could rip out a pull string
Or you would usher me down,
slowly
compelling exploration
until I could not stay
the night.
Cedric Tillman received a BA in English from UNC Charlotte and an MFA in Creative Writing from American University. He lives in Charlotte.
Contact: Cedric Tillman * Email: juggsmurf@yahoo.com
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Summons
By Tamryn Spruill
Patriarchal parsimony had its way again,
Little divination doll descends into a crevasse.
Her wood ripened from eons of basement storage,
Habiliments soiled from stagnation.
The varnish of her face cracks and furrows,
Stop-motion anime where salty secretions flow.
Infinity beckons from the depths of verisimilitude –
An invitation to His Perdurable Party.
Contact: Tamryn Spruill * Email: info@wordnerdeditorial.com
Website: www.wordnerdeditorial.com
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The Invisibles
By J. Cooper (middle school student)
Drinking in our pain,
Our strain to be whatever
Our hearts are bent, broken,
Misshapen by bulleted words.
Like glass they see through us,
And like glass they break us down –
Into teardrops, cuts – last shards of dignity.
So we cry our eyes out.
Our every muted shout lingers and
Their faces are thick with lies.
Nothing left to loose, so –
Let’s burn it down! Burn it all!
The ruins of our minds and hearts –
Let them burn!
And then savor the ashes
Of what could have been –
What would have been,
The rest of our lives.
Tamryn Spruill
in Arts & Letters, National Poetry Month, Twilight, adolescent, poem, poetry, teen
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