A poet divided cannot stand
(but sometimes divided poets write good shit)
God of breakdowns and bare feet, patron saint
of empty barstools and straight edge unbroken,
unbridled and unabashed on a low lit and dingy stage.
Millennial Gods by is a poem that just exudes cool. I love everything about it's upbeat message their style. Plus they are brand stinking new to the platform, so go welcome them!
The warm smell of fresh brownies drifted across the cafe, ducking under the tables, squeezing through chairs, urged on by the fans; it flew. A gooey batch, chocolate chips still soft, had appeared on the counter. So loudly rang the placing of the tray, that Matt’s eyes glanced over, his mouth already watering, and so the enticing aroma managed to make him half consider ordering two.
The Extraordinary Cafe by is fiction with a strong sense of imagery and a fun twist.
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Things (seen and unseen) can appear smaller than they actually are, especially to the unseeing eye.
Invisible Birth by is a tanka that just elicits some beautiful philosophy about that which is unseen. Rather than ruin the brief piece by including a pull-quote, I included part of
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So I stumble into
Not the admission but
The fascination I have with
You
Tell Me Tell Me Do by is one of those poems that I find inexplicably compelling- I can't explain it, but something about it speaks to me.

My heart beats to the drum of the goddess.
My soul blazes with the fire of a star.
But the dream-dance glitters
Just out of reach.
The Drum of the Goddess by is another poem that speaks to me- I love the feeling of the call to action at the end of the piece, her use of hyphenation to create new terms.