Poetry
The following are featured poems from volume 15:
Prayer
These words are
and words are only worth whatever worthless diction
I stumble into looking for catharsis.
But writing is selfstiching skin to fucking fiction;
forgetting this loss so lost then to drink,
then drunk to nothing –
to knowing these are only bandages
to cover those bitter sutures.
My eyes are open, and I never since
and will never stop remembering her face;
it will not leave my dreams,
it haunts me still;
I dreamt it there, and then this hollow prayer,
and this is enough,
enough of this—ghost—
its been two years
why can’t I just stop loving her?
~ Zachary Richards
Z
Zed, you were
supposed to be the last
desire,
but you would not be
objectified this way,
and so fragmented
the embrace
of language and I
wait in agony,
but a silly woman
speaking frivolously.
~ Danielle Laliberte
