The Ceasefire and 3 Other Poems

Paula Srur Carcar

The One That Ran

I see you in the park,
in the darkness of a night
filled with quietness.

I fall in love every time you look up
with the way your eyes stare amazed
you keep forgetting there are stars.

To admire, to aspire, ...

FUSION Presents a Raucous Night of Performed Poetry: Berklee’s Spoken Word & Slam Poetry classes and The Garden

The Slam poets represent a cross-section of the Spoken Word & Slam Poetry class, taught by Michael Heyman. This is brave, bold, head-on, powerpuffed, chuffed, exposed, raw, beautiful, hilarious, heartbreaking, and phantasmagoric poetry for the people that should hit you…

Camelot Vampires Unleashed: 12 Poems in Traditional Forms from Pat Pattison’s Poetry Workshop

Each year Berklee participates in the Intercollegiate Poetry Festival, featuring poetry from students at universities and colleges around the area. This year’s event took place on Monday, April 3rd at Salem State University, sponsored by Mass Poetry and Salem State…

4 Poems from Wayne Wild’s Liberating Aesthetics Course

Black Oak
By Asher Hall

Deep in the city,
She sits planted in the hospital cafe,
A paper sits before her.
It concurs with the thoughts she’s having,
By pleading,
For the past to be changed.

The immediate sensitive nature of the subject ...

Vajra (Water song)

Kevin O’Keefe

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Some day, a day not on your calendar

And it shouldn’t be long from now

You’ll leave behind your shelter of

Practiced spontaneity and dull knives. ...

Five Poems

Ziyi Wu

A Horizon Line

When I close my eyes,
I see a horizon line.

It’s black at the Coney Island beach in New York,
Gray on the plane back to China,
Blood orange in LA,
And gradient pink at Charles River, Boston.

Time—it’s time that defines the color of the horizon line. ...

Two Poems from Bucha, Ukraine

Lesyk Panasiu, with introduction by Ilya Kaminsky

“Russian soldiers stayed in our building,” the poet Lesyk Panaisuk wrote to me a few weeks ago. When the war began, Lesyk left Bucha in a hurry, fleeing the Russian invasion.

“War will live in Bucha long after the soldiers are gone,” Lesyk emails me, “because they left a lot of mines throughout Bucha.” Now it is dangerous to walk around the town. Lesyk’s neighbors found some mines in the halls of their building, inside their slippers and washing machines. Some neighbors returned only to install doors and windows. “In our neighbourhood doors to almost every apartment were broken by russian soldiers,” Lesyk writes.

Fire and Rust:

a Suite of Poems from Pat Pattison’s Poetry Workshop

Each year Boston College host the Greater Boston Intercollegiate Undergraduate Poetry Festival, inviting undergraduate student poets from area colleges and universities to read their original poetry. This year, Skyler Bugg, a student in Pat Pattison’s Writing Poetry 2 class, represented Berklee College of Music. Here are the three poems she presented. Firebird is written in Blank Verse, Eve is an Italian Sonnet, and Becoming is Free Verse.

3 Poems

Leana Borsuk

Just find it

That small curl always dangling in your face—it blocks me from your eyes. You wonder what color, and it’s not the color, but how it feels to me when the sun shines through, burning your eyes. It makes my blood boil, the way at night they are filled with excitement. I know you feel the butterflies in my stomach and the way the moon reflects the mood in your eyes. I just can’t get enough. I think, when will it be enough? ...

Introduction To Trans Literature and Two Other Poems

Stephanie Burt

Before The Wedding

That man you’re standing next to…For so long
I looked up to him like a god. You’re immured in conversation
And when he smiles back at you now, my heart
Skips, and not for him.

Tonight I need armor to look at you; when I want
To tell you how we should be together, no human
Language comes out. I have known this feeling
That warms, then scalds, me ...