I Hate Dreams A synaptic celluloid that burns after every frame. Vivid realities inhabited/ experienced Constructed curiosities unwanted/...

instead of allowing myself to be happy I keep trying to find you exploring the tight curves of bell peppers, your laugh echoing within...

Maybe this is not a good day to write you but I will write you anyway. My son, you are a boy. Your heart is made like cheese, it goes...

The slant The revocation of his voice We are revoking his voice from society His poet's piercing and longing Song of how things really...

Distant Rumble The child could hear the highway As he lay awake at night The distant rumble filled him with wonder Where were they all...

There is nothing about the dirt-smeared past that debates can’t rise from but people are now distracted with the argument that this...

they journey together, on the breaths of winter blinking under streetlights, in twilight intricate, in their remarkable essence it’s...

Darling (Always) What lies behind those inscrutable eyes, darling? The longer I watch you gravitate towards that which glitters, the more...

I was talking to a friend of mine. It was early but we were both late out And we mouthed at the reflection In the other's eyes. And as we...

As ever, on the silent fields, wind whipped across the fresh-mowed grass. The grateful turbine blades were whizzing, whirring frantic...

the state of being unaware or unconscious a lie i told in between truths okay, but i want you to rip me apart did my heartbeat stutter -...

Line Not drunk, he walked between the spaces, spaces where the faded yellow line would stutter, change its mind, begin its job of...

- Photo provided by the author —Loop: A Reductio— A bowl of fruit loops completes another revolution in the microwave, making 13.7...

I hustled for a hundred years underneath the shifting sky the revving of the mythos the taste of death still unswallowed I hustled in the...

The Horror The monster's mouth is giant, yet invisible, with teeth crushing us daily until we call it living. The monster is careful to...

i know dreams are your house parties. i am like a teenager stealing mom’s vodka, getting wasted for the first time. you walk without...

Late 50s: I was a Middle Child. Just a middle child. Special in that way. I was a middle child, by default. One of seven, the fourth in...

get rid of that picture convince my parents i’m fine kiss someone take apart an eraser put the eraser back together stop time make the...

Here at the epicentre of all I sought are a million things I long to avoid, salvation only arriving through danger, suffering merely...

Abbie Hart (she/they) is a 19 year old poet from Houston, TX currently living in Worcester, MA. She has been published over 30 times, and...