Campfire Pop
The hot medium of flames smacks
upward, whacks sheer eyes
with a stencil of blue and green.
Foreigner
There is a foreigner
on this shore.
From foreign lands, with
Foreign hands,
Knocking at my door.
a study in beauty and happiness, or maybe they are the same thing
4 pm sunlight carves golden frames on cream walls
a city, blue glass and white birds,
dances beyond
The Woman with the Cross Tattoo
On my sixteenth birthday, I ask my mother if I can get a tattoo like hers on my wrist. Raising an eyebrow at me, she responds back, like she’s done, a thousand times before,
It’s not a tattoo, she says.
Entity in the Nebula
Entity in the Nebula Literature | Poetry In the nebula There is starry matter, And in that matter There are phosphorescent eyes — And within the penetrating smoky-eyed visage ...
Rupi Kaur and Instagram Poetry
With the end of 2019 came lists and awards from media outlets about the past ten years in review. Among these was the declaration by The New Republic that Rupi Kaur was their writer of the decade. Kaur, at only twenty-seven years old, is known as an “Instapoet,” and owes much of her success to her highly popular Instagram account where she publishes short poems accompanied by distinct line drawings. Kaur currently has 3.9 million followers, and her posts alternate between coloured photos—often of Kaur herself—and poems made up of black text on a white background. Social media poetry tends to follow a similar structure: aesthetic, brief, and easily digestible.
