The Chaos Section Poetry Project
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What We Tend

Meridith Allison The long and short of it is,I’d rather not be listening to a podcastabout how democracies dieas I pull weeds on a Saturday morningwhile the American flag on my neighbor’s porchflaps loudly in the wind. But this much I know: summer remembers both the gardenerand the absence of one. The long and short of it Continue reading
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Keep Going

Rachel Armes-McLaughlin Small twigs on the pavementlook like so many tiny bones—phalanges and miniature fibulae. Underfoot, they roll, still freshenough that they do not crack.There is a me-sized bowl in the earth ahead near the creek—a womb-like hollow that Idesperately long to crawl inside. I keep going, keenly aware thatso many others walk with mein Continue reading
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Untitled

Kate Bremer What year is it? Sunday?What’s the donkey’s name;Why is she wearing orange slippers?Draw a Kit Kat Klock–her Krazy eyesAnd rigid plastic tail are mine. Drinking water, Meals on Wheels;I won’t write about killing children(or adults) in GazaUkraine, Salvador. FirstThey took the Venezuelans.Can you pass a Medicare testIf you are steeped in conspiracy–A member Continue reading
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Echoes

Patricia J McLean I’m at the edge of a cliff looking over,looking over at the cracks in the rock onthe other side. I’m at the cliff edgewhere time stretches, arcs back-forward,ages stacked on ages bent, arched,tilted, earth colors, life, death, beginning, end. I’m at the edge of the cliff. I imagine I can seethe other Continue reading
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say what you mean

another nonetMatthew E. Henry an affirmative action hirea multicultural hirea diversity hirean equity hirea DEI… justbe honest and call me anigger,please. Matthew E. Henry (MEH) is the author of six poetry collections, most recently said the Frog to the scorpion (Harbor Editions, 2024). He is editor-in-chief of The Weight Journal, the creative nonfiction editor at Porcupine Literary, and an associate editor Continue reading
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Indigenous People’s Night

Chad Parenteau Auto shop stays opento grill burgers amongthe unfinished labor. Radio on Latin beatshope’s fast drums speedpassersby away quickly. All feel indigenoussomewhere. Anyonecould be a colonist who wants to settleboth feet on our backslike branding irons. Above, moon seeksasylum in clouds, fearsbeing discovered again. Chad Parenteau hosts Boston’s long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His work Continue reading
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Tinder

Andrew Frewin Wilson “It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year”—Conor O’Callaghan, January Drought I – Hand-wringing… Tinseltown they called itThe Hollywood sign above itOn mountain and canyons coveredWith scrub like gasoline tinderRich palaces of dreams renderedTo which many young locusts aspiredBut Santa Anna winds have burnedThose houses to naught but ashChimneys only gravestones Continue reading
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Sexes

Aubrey Phoenix I didn’t like myselfWhen I was acceptable to others. My family would tell youThat I was most successfulWhen I worked for Sexes-A seemingly stable 9-6,Hardly above poverty payRelative to the tech-forwardNorcal SF Peninsula…But it came with an apartment,Health insurance, for the first time in my adult life,And a little bit of walking around Continue reading
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The Samaritan Machine

Strider Marcus Jones this field pondis only mydissolvedimagination-thought dropsof summer rainmaking fractal ripplesdrumbeat on skin.a portal sharedwith cawing crowsrevealswho scams and snoops and shootsin contract conversations.this Windsongof Virginia Creeper,ruling Bear and Wolfsbanerustling in black bambootrusts its Samaritan Machinetelling it who to redactin this imposeddystopianequilibriumof dumbed-down massesworshipping Carousel. Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate, and Continue reading
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Consequences

Benjamin Waldrum They’ll come for you next, you can count on that fact;They’ll keep coming so long as there’s more to subtract.They’ll trumpet their values — no faults, only gloss;They’ll arrive wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross. They’ll reduce human rights with the stroke of a pen;They’ll betray their own people, then betray Continue reading

