Poetry Archives - Survivor Lit

Their kind of pretty

Poetry A.L. DeLeon 0

Beautiful? Yes, I know I am. Though, it took me years to take such compliments gracefully. Not because I don’t see my own beauty; my own worth. I do. I don’t know that a person can like themselves and...

Waking up at Mom’s one month after the assault

Poetry Remy Ramirez 0

“The name Remy is primarily a gender-neutral name of French origin that means Oarsman.” –babynames.com When I wake up the sun is out. Trump has elected himself. One sea has proliferated sweetly, as love does, into many, reaching through ice and breathing hot breath. Mom...

just like wet blood

Poetry Ami Sanghvi 0

Artwork and poetry by Ami J. Sanghvi

Seven of Swords

Poetry Hikari Miya 0

that smiling wink when he was drunk on soju, the flush of his face—giddiness that made me feel I was drunk myself. the encouraging way he taught me how to hold my shinai, strike a men, how he went into...

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Wooden church pews

Poetry Jan Mason 0

The church is empty except Daddy and me

Like that guy

Poetry Ericka Lutz 0

I hired Arnie to shovel: hurt pride, weathered face too old for his babyface. He said he can’t never get a break, he’s always bumping bottom. But my square-point shovel stands ankle-deep in red clay since Arnie took...

#MeToo

Poetry Julia Park Tracey 0

what I mean is, I said no to my ex for the first time. I said no. I said no. I said no fucking way you stupid piece of shit. I said no nicely. I meant it. I said no....

After sucker punch

Poetry Venus Davis 0

Some of you will never know what it’s like to crawl on your hands and knees to the nearest pleasant memory. Holding in your tears, any vulnerability is a weakness. You touch gold, think you’ve found safety. Only to find out, you...

Parachutes

Poetry Joan Mazza 1

Cash saved for the unexpected broken tooth, car repair, the day the central heating quits. Water jugs and food to last the outage, snowstorm, hurricane. Go-bag with important papers. Plan to retire, insurance for wind, flood, fire, earthquake. That’s been my...

Just started working again—

Poetry Justin Burnett 0

Just started working again— A coworker cut his arm. He laughed, “Horizontal for attention, Vertical for results?” Apparently this was a saying. “Exactly,” I said. It was August, we were hanging Insulation in a crawlspace, But how lucky Was I to be wearing Two...