Dry Ink

Jane Taylor, Glyphs Member

December 7, 2015

All the words have been used up Every thought of sadness has been given Emotions wrung from a heart Thick and sloppy with blood Squeezed into a glass and handed to the devil Each thought of love has been released ...

The Beach House

Anna Cerutti, Glyphs Member

November 30, 2015

I will remember the beach house Always painted blue Running to the beach We didn't wear our shoes Too cold shower water We didn't care at all Sand between our toes Bare feet in the hall   I remember go...

Scrap Medal

Chris Rosica, Glyphs Contributor

November 15, 2015

Oh how glorious! That which has plucked a son from his mother’s breast That which has struck my friend to the ground That which has numbed my senses That which has set fire to the forest That which has filled m...

A Farewell To My Green Canoe

Paige Burnet, Glyphs Contributor

October 24, 2015

Canoe, canoe, oh what I want to do. To hold the wooden paddle in my hand And glide so swiftly past the many lands. How you complete me oh my green canoe. You stay with me as I cry and laugh too; You taught me h...

Linguistics

Katy Costikyan, Member

February 4, 2015

When I first learned to form words, my nimble fingers stitching syllables into threads of love and naivety, I was handed a loaded gun and told of the lifetime supply of ammunition that rolled around in my head.   My fingers brushed the trigger wi...

Public Survey

Whitney Xu

December 23, 2014

Does your level of kindness correlate with the amount of people surrounding you? When did you start shutting the door to your bedroom? What makes you feel guiltier: doing something wrong or almost doing something good? Why...

Sonnet

Stephanie Deeb, Member

November 19, 2014

Fearful earth, wherefore dost thou quake beneath my feet, Warning all of my approach? Now they scatter, In herds, as they screech, “Behold the fearsome beast! Run my brethren, else you fancy your bones shattered! Be...

Too

Too

October 24, 2014

Words

Katy Costikyan

May 2, 2013

Winner of the 2013 Glyphs Poetry Contest When I first learned to form words, my nimble fingers stitching syllables into threads of love and naivety, I was handed a loaded gun and told of the lifetime supply of ammunition tha...

Where?

Teri Minogue

May 2, 2013

Where the hell were the rest of you? Where the hell were the rest of Where the hell were the rest Where the hell were the Where the hell were Where the hell Where the Where? Where? Where the Where the hell Where the...

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