by BlogEditor | May 21, 2018 | Blog, Poetry2, The Keeping Room
By Heather Graham Those nicks were just normalcy, and burns a bargaining plea for a life that tucked truth away behind hollowed apathy. Hanging hope upon the rope of ambient ambition, she washed out in the white sounds of lack of recognition....
by BlogEditor | Mar 29, 2018 | Poetry2, The Keeping Room
By Ashley Gonzalez Light trickles through cracked walls, dancing with dim shadows over dusty floors. My eyes follow follow follow, Spirit hollow hollow hollow, cleared out years ago by cold hearted foes and rows with Self and Other. Lovers of mine...
by BlogEditor | Mar 1, 2018 | Poetry2, The Keeping Room
By Sophia Kiang This has been a circularly beautiful night. We parked in the power plant and Jesus and Mary were waiting for us, so close. Switching gas stations, red light district leather, full of love for the ways that you lie. Soon I would be...
by Kim Brown | Jul 27, 2017 | Poetry2, The Keeping Room
Reviewed by Emily Shearer We grow through uncertainty and the urge to keep moving to keep ourselves whole perhaps to discover we might be driven by reasons neither noble nor true. Yet the unknown opens prospects; and while clarity may ensue, it’s the...
by Emily Shearer | May 30, 2015 | Poetry2, Staff Blog
Sometime after the heat of singlehandedly dissolving the heart of the iceberg and before the dream of a black man hit by a train in an all-white city, epiphany let herself enter through my midnight window, settled on my windowsill, welcome and messy as an unexpected...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | May 15, 2015 | Blog, Poetry2, The Keeping Room
Mother, may I go to him, my brother slave to the needled beast Mother, may I love him the way you never did Mother, may I rest his broken heart at your feet Mother may you mend that heart, shattered and addled, for the weary lot of us...
