by Jazz De Nero VOICEMAIL POEMS · "My Favorite Joke" by Jazz De Nero is the one where the girl has to come outtwice to her family. Once for being queerand the other for being a mycologist. There are little ways to tellsmall things that give me awaya bitter taste, a terrestrial smell,My Venus inContinue reading “My Favorite Joke”
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The Passenger Seat
by Alanna Duffield VOICEMAIL POEMS · "The Passenger Seat" by Alanna Duffield I imagine you still drive down the same roads now and again?The ones with all those blind corners that made mesit with my spine pressed to the seat. There’s never anything to see in the mirrors but you look anyway.Which one of usContinue reading “The Passenger Seat”
He Snatches the Hand Before You Can Take It
by Mónica García VOICEMAIL POEMS · “He Snatches The Hand Before You Can Take It” by Mónica García I haven’t spoken this to my brother.The way my father, under swelteringmoonlight in June heldtrembling breath on a string.I hear his confessionbefore the cicadas do. Precursor to their syncopated crying,he is missing a sister he lostin aContinue reading “He Snatches the Hand Before You Can Take It”
The Days Seem Longer When In the Morning There Is Rain
by Kelly Jones VOICEMAIL POEMS · "The Days Seem Longer When In The Morning There Is Rain" by Kelly Jones that breaks into a humid grey afternoon and the herbsperched on the back stoop in colorful pots drown in pools of water that I pour outonto the rosemary bush in hopes of saving them andContinue reading “The Days Seem Longer When In the Morning There Is Rain”
Topographical Distancing
by Loisa Fenichell VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Topographical Distancing" by Loisa Fenichell In a gas station, geography of the southwest is like an infant’sbirthday party, easy to get lost in its muck. Vital elementof the landscape is that my torso is always nailed to the wind.I walk past the dollar store, empty, & marvel at itsContinue reading “Topographical Distancing”
Hey Allah, It’s Me Ya Girl
by Sadiyah Bashir VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Hey Allah Its Me Ya Girl" by Sadiyah Bashir I don’t know how to call a night, a night. How to see a match and not erupt. I want a softer mother.I have to admit sometimes the fruit doesn’t fall… it is pushed. My mama don’t like the poemsContinue reading “Hey Allah, It’s Me Ya Girl”
Toni Collette’s Head
by Gary Gamza VOICEMAIL POEMS · “Toni Collette’s Head” by Gary Gamza I’m a peach spilling juice on all the wrong clothes. Every last pit smells of me. Potential a musk I can’t stomach. Even I tire of my words. Is it more tragic if I author my own disaster? Or less? And if IContinue reading “Toni Collette’s Head”
A WET CRIMSON BUSHEL OF PEARS
VOICEMAIL POEMS · "A WET CRIMSON BUSHEL OF PEARS" by Marylyn Tan stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples:for I am sick of love.—Song of Solomon, 2:5 KJV perhaps scatter the scarred breadcrumbs far and fewbetween and the trail will seem shorter every dayis a desert waylaid in the backContinue reading “A WET CRIMSON BUSHEL OF PEARS”
Firstroots
by Sherre Vernon VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Firstroots" by Sherre Vernon My hands in the dirt, fingers growing, spreadingtangling among the worms, pillbugs—I plant cicadasthis way, the redwood humming, and birds: not pennies, exactlyor blood, this rainwork. Cool to the ground, running belowthe watergreen. Cement turns. What is rain, but dust settling—the trees in choralhowl, theContinue reading “Firstroots”
Gambit
by Jason B. Crawford VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Gambit" by Jason B. Crawford Jason B. Crawford (They/He) is a black, nonbinary, bi-poly-queer writer born in Washington DC, raised in Lansing, MI. In addition to being published in online literary magazines, such as SplitLip Magazine, Voicemail Poems, Glass Poetry, and Kissing Dynamite, they are the Chief EditorContinue reading “Gambit”