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Our Lady, the Future
Kim Whysall-Hammond We are a gate by which she enterswe accidental godswe must dance as fast as we can Fear cannot not take hold of uswe must be furioushold fast to life, to laughterto the birdsong that lifts our Sunto rain that waters and cleansesto clear streams and bright skies She is the ghost of… Continue reading
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On Disappearing
Audrey Howitt I watch footage when it’s available.White men in masks take you, and you go.What else can you do in a countrywhere you thought you could speak out? If I could,I would form keys from the fingers of your captors,I would cry on the spot they took you,I would pin your image, your name,… Continue reading
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Shaken
R.M. Carlson lost my faithmy anchormy purposebrokensoul stripped bareaching, grievingexposed, raw separated fromhypocrisyunchainedfrom thatwhich I do not believe just a little pridepeeks throughshoulders backchin uptime to be me I am righteous angerseeking justicedon’t look awaybear witness children starvingribs exposedsome kind of twistedtarget practice masked menunmarked carsfamilies takenin the night homeless removednowhere to gounhoused? a crimenow… Continue reading
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Wanting
Aubrey Phoenix Sometimes I am aware of our societal programming.I resist the mundane dance of living to work—Far too often, I feel the worm in my headinfluencing meto spend,to consume,to want—always wantingto have someone,to hold something,to be someone. Society is designedto make us wantand to always feel likewe can never have enough,we can never be… Continue reading
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We are Not the Same
Rachel Armes-McLaughlin You drop bombstearing across skyblack bird of prey – I drop wordson page. I march,I demonstrate. Yet we hail fromsame coordinates, WhitemanAir Base – My father controlledyour airspace,controlled you. He is gone, but hiszeal for violencestill reignson the basewhere I was birthed. This poem was written in response to the June 22, 2025… Continue reading
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Sailing advice for survival and tales of disgust from across the Atlantic Rift
Sue McBean Ice cold breasts.Misled by September sun,chilled at sea.Don protective layersat earliest perception of cold. From first sail I sensedMankind has always been at sea.I feel no fear,except performing Man Overboard drill.Alone. We edge forwardat pace of fast walking.Five knots from wind.Lifted another knot from tide behind.Blind except for sky messages,senses,instrument information,held by testimony… Continue reading
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The Ashtray Teaches Me Discipline
Joshua Walker I stub out one more cigarette,line it among the others like a row of soldiers—burned, blackened, but still proofthat I stood here, breathing smoke instead of silence. The world keeps breaking windows,keeps hammering nails into my wrists,but I light, I drag, I exhale,and in that small cloud I build a barricade. They call… Continue reading
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Embroidery
Kerfe Roig She was weary of her fragile subsistence, of the looming andinevitable collapse of any scaffolding of support. The gatekeepersdistributed no methods of survival, only rampant indifference.Despair mingled with neglect. She floated on swirling waters thatnever seemed to drift towards any shore. Her solitude ached like adark tunnel too small to hold even the… Continue reading
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Paradise is
Nicole Sara What is a promise, a dream?What is a hope or desire?What is a heart’s burning flamesetting all senseson fire? What is the mind’sadventureand which is the soul’s sweet ease?What if the life’s sole purposeis being caressed by the breeze… Do days always reach for remotenessand dawns always shine so divinecasting far chime over… Continue reading
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Naked
Melissa Lemay it’s been three weeksi still haven’t changed the sheets on my bed,i’ve barely changed my clothes i wonder what was real,if i’m real,sitting in this apartment with this fake wood flooring and the linoleum tile with the diamonds on iti listen to the sound of water drippingeverything was wet i know my bedroom… Continue reading
About the Project
The Chaos Section Poetry Project publishes curated poetry collections rather than individual poems on a rolling basis. Our work is primarily rooted in contemporary free verse, though we’re open to a wide range of forms when they serve the book or project.
Each collection is built around a central theme and shaped through close editorial collaboration, with an emphasis on voice, craft, and emotional honesty.
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Record of Dissent: Poems of Protest in an Authoritarian Age
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