Austin Poets’ Union

I started up a poetry blog with the best poets I know. It’s called Austin Poets’ Union and we’d really appreciate it if you could give us a warm welcome by following our page. Thank you all!

-M

Hope is a Human Frailty

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Alienation #5

1.

I empty thick harrows in muddy heaps

Plasticine and shadowed

There is no room for this face anymore.

2.

Pigments of hair

Rile in aisles

The thickness of manes

Carry worth

3.

What r u

Some sort of

Blank vector

Through which

All anxieties plunder?

4.

I am aether transpondent

5.

A yawn rises

It’s only 3am

You’re not allowed to sleep anymore

Not since the war

6.

There is no righteousness in your mercy

But you’re sanctimonious all the same.

30 Days of Short Stories #11 #flashfiction

Each night when I go to sleep I become a termite. I am an ugly, shiny, pale thing in a colony full of other ugly, shiny, pale things.

I do the work of other termites. I am not very high up in the chain of command. I bite and I bite and I bite at the hard wood. It feels like I will lose my teeth. The other termites bark orders. I work harder. I want to quit but I will starve if I do.

When I wake up I have splinters in my teeth and stuck in my gums. My furniture is fucked. I’ve gone through eight tables this year. The people at the furniture store know me. I’m afraid they have figured it out.