Red Rose

A linguist stutters at her belly button

Lover’s crawl up to her chest

And drink upon the collarbone

One hums his mother’s Spanish lullaby

Another pleads for his father to stop

The reckless beating

She sits by the window pane

As the last lover bids adieu

He watches her paint the sky

With a vomit full of stars and

Ejaculate moons from betwixt

Her palms

Duct tapes hang from the corners of

Her lips

She becomes a red rose one last time

A throbbing heart sits in her mouth

The dead lover’s chest beats emptily

Without escape of a singular sound

BIO

 

Nameera Anjum is a nineteen-year-old aspiring poet who loves to pen down her thoughts and feelings as fearlessly as possible. She believes that the utmost liberation comes to her through words; writing is a part of life she wishes to keep intact until the very end. Gothic fiction is her absolute favorite genre. It comes as no surprise that Edgar Allan Poe is her ultimate inspiration.

An imprisoned poem

 

study, college, and school image

Butterflies perched upon lashes
The dark in my eyes is engulfing all
Stars in yours
A hiccup stung the memory of you
I knit a bag of lies to carry on
Shapely shoulders
Disproportionate bones break like
Twigs under weightless traumas
My demon is a friend in the reflection
A lover without rules or confrontation
My expectation is the sin I pay for
With bouts of sanity
Loss flows from between my legs
When strange fingers pull me at
The seams
Pain tickles like a misunderstood
Melody
I weave blank fetishes
Devoid of your touch, kiss, sweat, you
You; my prisoner
This poem, my liberation

Nameera Anjum

Nameera Anjum is a nineteen-year-old aspiring poet who loves to pen
down her thoughts and feelings as fearlessly as possible. She believes
that the utmost liberation comes to her through words; writing is a
part of life she wishes to keep intact until the very end. Gothic fiction is
her absolute favorite genre while reading and writing. It comes as no
surprise that Edgar Allan Poe is her ultimate inspiration.

A tree as a protest Art

 

Breathtaking Moody and Mysterious Forest Photography by Dylan Furst #photography #forest #nature #travel #instagram

 

we talk in circles and to anyone
they shout, ‘just get to the point already’
when none of them studied geometry
or physics or Wordsworth or expectation
you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend
so, i will be friendly for the sake of the words we are spilling
you ask me how the research is going
i reply i am learning to code
which is not just a defense mechanism
but also, boxes i bought from target
for all the things that refused to burn
men were never given journals
a sacred place to whisper
secrets into
diaries with little locks and little keys
maybe that is why this is so hard for you
to speak coherently, so the words drip down your face instead
i’ve learned so many new languages
strange to speak this one again
you are not scientist but can you at least appreciate
how unlikely and precious our meeting is
the stars still have tricks up their sleeves
are they trying to make a fool out of me?
of course, i had a plan for this recurrence
but now my axis are so out of sync i forget
you tell me volcanic soil is the most fertile
so then
why did you leave?
//
let’s plant a tree, here at our common ground
it will grow and lay roots deeper than we could
it will protest the distance, the hatred, the resentment
as we hurtle away
one day a young girl will lay under its shade and listen
to our traditional stories and laugh
at how simple a morning could be
let us make sure there will still be trees
let us make sure there will still be air to breathe
let us be absolutely sure in the incomplete
we could dance through life knowing we left a battleground clean
let us welcome flowers and animals to choose this place to retreat
our bitterness will only make the fruit that much more sweet
let us have one last conversation please please, please

Adeline Fecker

Adeline Fecker is a biology student at the University of Oregon Clark Honors College. She has previously been published in the Journal of Wild Culture and Ephemera Literary Magazine. When she is not writing, she can be found dissecting zebrafish brains in the Oregon Institute of Neuroscience or tutoring undergraduate chemistry. Currently, she is working towards her thesis on the influence of sensory conditions on Autism related social behavior and neurophysiology. She lives in Portland, Oregon.