by Junpei Tarashi | Oct 27, 2021 | 2021, October, Poetry
Ya got nice tits, she says, her accent makingit sounds like an insult. Little bit of a belly,she remarks as I drop my clothes and steponto the scale. I eye the number. Today is not a good day. She’s an inch shorterand twenty pounds lighter though withthat beehive she...
by Junpei Tarashi | Oct 10, 2021 | 2021, October, Poetry
The farmer’s flat cap shows his height against an oak tree.He pulls the digger with yesterday’s hands, turns the bucket,empties shouted words spoken to cattle on foggy mornings.His son pops out of a hole where a new fence is to be fenced.The farmer ignites two thumbs,...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Sep 18, 2021 | 2021, Poetry, September
mirage by John Sweet https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/mirage_-_john_sweet.m4a drugstore at the farthest edge of the desert but we had a map, had my hands in your blood, had your teeth in my heart...
by Junpei Tarashi | Sep 2, 2021 | 2021, Poetry, September
Sobre un café nos conocimos, en solo días una amistad nació, se nos reveló. Por esas mañanas tranquilas en la cocina, que era como oasis, solo importaba el café y la conversación. Esos momentos de paz- más que necesarios; contienen una cualidad vidal. Cuando hay mucho...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Aug 22, 2021 | 2021, August, Poetry
The Onion in My Pantry by Kyle Brandt-Lubart https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/The-Onion-In-My-Pantry.m4a (I-Dec) It’s winter No longer or more abrasive than it usually is Every morning begs me to suspend my disbelief in bad...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Aug 5, 2021 | 2021, August, Poetry
antibiotics paddleundiagnosed dysmorphiadivining the Tigrisblood / brain / barriergiving me aneed to peemyunfelt dreamten poundsbelow average weightfinally somebodyyetnobody thinks to say are you really okayI must be my bodydisappearing at seaa shadow back...
