Poetry

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

Robert Frost

Poetry has the ability to immerse you in a story instantaneously. You naturally want to flow with the rhythm and experience the words instead of reading them. That’s what caught our attention with our featured poets; their prose was magnetic and left us wanting more. We hope you feel the same way.

More of a Mother
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

More of a Mother

“Years yell out what I yearn to have and to hold

as I beckon hungry hearts, babies who need milk

to get full by the love language I settle into.”

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Better Weather
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Better Weather

“Wings, wings migrate chameleon seasons free at last

to be vastly themselves in week-spans or months

according to the permission of that powerful condition: as is.”

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Bounty Fills the Body
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Bounty Fills the Body

“my mahogany members are removed, ready to

take part in the final facet for hunger dissipation,

a hush, a hum, a hue lifts into the inward me”

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Intimations at Age Sixty
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Intimations at Age Sixty

“Yes, how dusky visions begin with that sense of the familiar unfamiliar

in settings and beings all having something of the mundane going overboard

like exam-panic cliché. “

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Grandmas Granted Access
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Grandmas Granted Access

“rivers know the feet, sandals sailed, landing

past southern bondage, followed a North Star without stopping or making excuses. greatness of

these grandmas was not better for their time, but a legacy where more black females would lead”

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Another Adagio
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Another Adagio

“That essence wants also the moon's rare bow

as such a faint arch between earth & sky

when the night has right rain.”

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Cardinal
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Cardinal

“He sat a while in the bare rosebush

Wondering where she’d gone to

I didn’t have the heart to tell him ”

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Some Mornings
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Some Mornings

“Their branches rise like antlers in a ceremony for a thing of holiness

& why shouldn't buds come from nubs so the bark beasts

may know worship instead of bullrings featuring arrows & swords?”

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Spring Equinox
Poetry Megan Stewart Poetry Megan Stewart

Spring Equinox

“I feel my feet on the warm earth

The sigh of green blades bending to wind

And little dots of flowers making their own return”

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