Category: slam poetry

My grandmother’s mind was a ballroom. Inside w…

My grandmother’s mind was a ballroom. Inside were her memories, each one dressed for a celebration.

From Rudy Francisco’s book, HELIUM.

From Rudy Francisco’s book, HELIUM.

Crack the glowsticks in your halo. Burn so bea…

Crack the glowsticks in your halo. Burn so beautiful that if the sun ever looked at you he’d go blind.

I was already trying so hard to hide who I rea…

I was already trying so hard to hide who I really was. I didn’t need another secret.

My job, these days, is to try and find a way t…

My job, these days, is to try and find a way to be both brick and builder, to teach starfish to fly.

That Sunday afternoon when the two of us sat c…

That Sunday afternoon when the two of us sat curled at the bottom of the shower after I had pressed you up against the tile made warm by our breath you traced your finger on my back and I could feel the gentle outline of the country we were building.

“I have not seen her in so long. To me, she is…

“I have not seen her in so long. To me, she is only a ghost in a machine. She is only a memory, like a broken flashlight or summer.” – Neil Hilborn

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Dagogo Hart, “Lantern Smoke.” Watch Dagogo’s F…

Dagogo Hart, “Lantern Smoke.” Watch Dagogo’s FULL POEM.

Don’t forget that eyebrows are a privilege! Yo…

Don’t forget that eyebrows are a privilege! You should justify taking up space and breathing the way you do by being attractive.

Sound shapes how we think about objects, the m…

Sound shapes how we think about objects, the mouth shapes how sound spills out, how the speaker’s seen.