The Origin of Us || by Diana Raab
As a scientist, you said you studied Darwin So I shall remind you of our origin— the seed from which our lo…
As a scientist, you said you studied Darwin So I shall remind you of our origin— the seed from which our lo…
Flawless Morning I began this poem with A flash of memory, Stressing the cries of yesterday's laceratio…
The Watchtower ‘Shattering’ is the only word she ever spoke to me, her daughter. She lived in its shadow.…
I squeeze a smile into the mouth of this poem, it's bitter: if not, it won't vomit these lines th…
Burns Blue conversation – placing words with some care, some intention, like bracken to guttering and half…
Calling in the Dark Can you hear this sound through the thick do you sense the tremor of a dying soul may …
Death Leaves Something Behind I did not spend much time wondering why his coat was at your house, only that it…
I can’t help but hear the clock that keeps striking time never settles in an apartment below street level s…
THE ROOM I MAKE MY OWN In your room, I fell asleep in your clothes on your bed before you finished studying…
I AM A MOVING GRAIN My life has felt the hand of motion I’m a cork tossed in the ocean, like a sand dune in the deser…
WHITE WATER Three-legged fear, are you the she-wolf slouching at my door? Maimed and maiming? This morning …
Space Exploration for MM What was it about you that pulled me in, that led us to orbit one another like drunk planets –…
Like Me, You Too Are a Conjugation in a Language That Has No Verbs. I There are too many poems in your eyes, saraun…
maybe healing is a monument of fire that takes thousand steps before landing on the earth maybe bliss is t…
WALKING THE LAST STREET The day just broke with sunny Unbridled tongues burning Our scalp from far above. T…
COMPLEXION OF ERRORS || Delusion — Eris' memento; A thousand crazed vipers. A man's brain — Pandor…
SOILED WHITE || Quivering alone in the murk, Letting out pain in warm drips, While making to deliberate Whe…
Farewell, Oh Plague ________ Fell in some unconscious revel With all my senses quite feeble. But I was rous…