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Remember
By Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you…
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The Ecstasy of Nothing
By Sammy GinsbergLast night vodka made mountains out of molehillsAs I wept into my glassesHolding my Italians thinkingWhy is life all about sex?As they made out on the dance floor,She close friend of three yearsAnd Costa treats and carbonaraAnd he, beautiful Auden boyWho was going to save mefrom the voices in my head, in my…
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Tomatoes
By Sammy Ginsberg “Happy birthday” ringing and I am still singing,and with her hand in my handand her step two of mine,I walk through the door and findmy brother’s new train set. My face turns green while the little train chugs.Every time my brother is with my dad and i with mother,there is a new…
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This Little Piggy Went Home
By Sammy Ginsberg This little piggy got promotedThis little piggy is doing their PhDThis little piggy is going to law schoolThis little piggy is traveling to BaliAnd this little piggy had a mental breakdown and went wee, wee, wee!all the way homeThis little piggy is now in therapyThis little piggy feels ashamedThis little piggy wants…
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Good People
By W.S. Merwin From the kindness of my parents I suppose it was that I held that belief about suffering imagining that if only it could come to the attention of any person with normal feelings certainly anyone literate who might have gone to college they would comprehend pain when it went on before them…
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Trump Round 2 and Too Much Anxiety for a 30 year Old
By Sammy Ginsberg “You have your whole life ahead of you,”my new therapist Tracy tells me,the one I see on Wednesdays.I see another therapist Jaredon Thursdays,it’s one of those times,those times where anxiety is a diamond necklaceI can’t take offis a hamster wheelI can’t get off.I wanted to resign as a teacher, but my Dad…
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This is Teaching
By Sammy Ginsberg How many times can you hear“Teaching didn’t used to be like this,we used to eat lunch together,we used to go out dancing on Fridays after a hard week,we used to have retreats,”before you are so heavy, disappointed, betrayedthere is no hopeWhy did these go away?Who let them disappear? These basic events that…
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Purpose for Pain
By Sammy Ginsberg There’s gotta be more ‘Cause this life is insane Gotta turn this around And find the purpose for pain. There’s so much to lose Yeah, there’s so much at stake Gotta turn this around And find the purpose for pain “Purpose for Pain”, Scott Stapp A signature that opens doorsDictator of democracySystemic…
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My Secret Privilege
by Aqsa Khalid I know of a safe space Where only I perform Where only I am the spectator Where only I have the power To stare at myself… Where I can let out My tear drops and my frowning My dance and my swaying My drama and my resolutions But remember, This secret about…
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Oh! what a pleasure it must be!
by Aisha Usman I daydream all day long about a few things, And sitting on a toilet is among one of them. My feet are sore and heels torn, from squatting uncomfortably when nature calls, on uneven terrain, jagged rocks and pointing thorns. Why can’t I have access to those clean stalls or public lavatories?…