by Alex Gallo-Brown
When I was young,
I would fly over whole states
to stay up late with you watching
old films while your neighbors
slept only a few feet away.
We had to be so quiet
we wore headphones
and chewed our chocolates
carefully. Continue reading Sunday Stew: One Last Poem For Cath
by Paul Nelson
Rainier Beach resident Paul E Nelson founded SPLAB (Seattle Poetics LAB) & the Cascadia Poetry Festival, wrote: American Sentences, A Time Before Slaughter and is Co-Editor of Make It True: Poetry From Cascadia and 56 Days of August: Poetry Postcards. His book of interviews taken from 16 of his 600+ interviews is: American Prophets (Interviews 1994-2012.) Hear interviews at his blog: www.PaulENelson.com
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by Tiffani Jones
A type of suffering or distress,
The feeling of incompletion or brokenness
An unpleasant sensation,
That takes away your enthusiasm and temptations. Continue reading Sunday Stew: That One Feeling
by Kayla Blau
The women I work with despise the word victim.
Court documents, medical exams, grant proposals all name us victims of domestic violence, us battered women.
We brand-new ourselves survivors
How much punch in the word,
Continue reading South End Stew: Victim to Survivor
by Erik Cornelius
Hidden jagged crown
Fashioned for hive-minded clowns
Continue reading South End Stew: Delusional King
by Roy Ayers
For the love of August, the ending of summer the beginning of fall.
Oh I remember conversation on the Ave.
Him smoking cigar and quite chatty when he had time.
When he was in the zone, just leave the man alone.
Continue reading South End Stew: For the Love of August
by Leija Farr
I want the gold toothed boy.
The fine, iridescent boy.
The boy who isn’t afraid to submerge a mouth in sparkle.
Continue reading South End Stew — “Grillz: To Love the Boy with an Endless Glow”