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VOICEMAIL POEMS

VOICEMAIL POEMS

Poetry via voicemail. Missed calls you need to hear. Open submissions accepted. Guidelines at http://voicemailpoems.org

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00:02:13

Its Not About That - Maureen Martinez

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/05/03

Its Not About That - Maureen Martinez by VOICEMAIL POEMS

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00:00:35

Even Though I Hate the Movie - Mattie Lagan

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/05/03

Even Though I Hate the Movie - Mattie Lagan by VOICEMAIL POEMS

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00:02:50

Uncle Loser The Knight of Swords - RJ Equality Ingram

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/05/03

Uncle Loser The Knight of Swords - RJ Equality Ingram by VOICEMAIL POEMS

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00:01:04

Monter Drive - Colette Love Hilliard

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2025/05/03

Monter Drive - Colette Love Hilliard by VOICEMAIL POEMS

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00:01:10

Bluster - Ola Faleti

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2025/05/03

Bluster - Ola Faleti by VOICEMAIL POEMS

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00:00:50

im overdue for a dream in which my teeth fall out -...

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/05/03

im overdue for a dream in which my teeth fall out - nat raum by VOICEMAIL POEMS

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00:01:09

"I Rage about You, You Old Ghost" by Hannah Rubin

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2024/11/12

Make medim-witted. One of those days where I can’t bare it—the hum of madness. My belly wreaking havoc up and down my spine, intestines in a knot. Garlic! Disgusting! or maybe you called it gross & I called it get me out of here. A different morning: I’m spinning sex between my fingers. Cavorting with an old pillow case hoping you’ll come along and lift my top. As a kid I would peel the skin off of grapes with my two front teeth and gently push the innards into my cheek with my tongue keeping it

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00:01:46

"You Won't Ever Again be in Love in a Foreign...

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2024/11/12

It's a bus stop in South America And crossing five lanes of traffic At ten in the morning. It's quiet, More than we were expecting. The taxi is late for arrival and I am thankful for every second. It's not knowing the language And our tensions so high, A tennis court in my chest. Love was being rewritten in my head You were becoming the epitome of sacrifice. You asked me what I would answer if you pledged me to marry you. I said I’d wait a few years And that was the correct response. It’s a man

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00:02:56

"This is What You Are" by TC Tolbert

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2024/11/12

This is what you are missing Melissa – dust turned to waves in the desert – okra coming up two months too late – a forward-breaking gate opening into someone else’s field – I walk by a window and I don’t understand how little I see you – but so clearly the wasp backing out of a hole inside a long-dead tree – when we were children we lived with our grandparents and I remember without sadness mostly the sound of tires screaming into the street – the porch light welcomes whatever intercepts it –

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00:01:33

"This is Poetry Time" by Dan J. Kirk

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2024/11/12

There are few mornings like this – When the tumble day slows and the sweltering July heat subsides; when memories of last night’s fire show resonate with a still-first sense of wonder. The footfall of Fatherhood feels fine underneath; I am comfortable here, at peace with a stirring that has often lingered in the quiet process of thinking. My daughter turns her eyes aware, Expecting the dance of color in the thick night sky, and utters with perfect sincerity the answer her mother and I had first

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00:01:45

"The Kids Are So Back" by Morgan Tessier

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2024/11/12

barking up the right trees stuck on the double branch don’t climb if you can’t get down if you can’t get down better learn to jump the kids are so back vlog squad with baby teeth sucking back cinnamon getting pantsed by their dads tamogotchi death hits all seven stages and everyone knows that the moon is made of cheese that green eggs go great on a ham sandwich that cyber bullying is cooler when everyone is doing it slip-&-slide into stardust along greenwood grass burning the

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00:02:35

"The Coldening" by Kelly Gray

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2024/11/12

The leaving was such that each apple in the orchard glassed over into ghost-form on a single night. Centers rotted, dropped out, only translucent orbs at the end of wooded knots remained. A buck arrives, noses them to the ground. His only want: to hear the shatter. First my grandmother, then my brother. A permanent Autumn settles across my face. Brinks become a fabric to dress in. I practice sewing parts of my body shut: the mouth, an ear, the space between my fingers. At the edge of the

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00:01:29

"Street Plums" by Ashira Morris

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2024/11/12

I’m waiting for the tram, picking plums but really what I’m doing is looking, longingly higher up where most of the fruit is sitting ripe. A man approaches — bald but for a crown of white hair, lightweight vest, faded tattoos of an old sailor, two breasty mermaids with red lips. Do you want me to pull down the branch, he asks and I say yes please thank you and he does and suddenly I’m ensconced in the leaves, enveloped by the tree. I pick the plums one at a time, each a little ball of orange

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00:01:32

"Smoke Elder" by Allegra Wilson

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2024/11/12

In front of the laundromat a cigarette grows out of stub and ash, smoke seeps from lungs back into sticky-dry tobacco, red hot cherry backs away from filter, reshapes as fire, jets back into bic lighter, gas condenses into fluid. Came back unsmoked to haunt our past selves down. Almost a room in the outskirts, we write each other out. Eyes like wildness, your torso tree trunk, we careless pass a bottle of warm stolen vodka. Sing songs of chipmunks, chase each other up plum

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00:00:59

"Revenge Fantasy" by Stephanie Valente

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2024/11/12

Begins with texts to my best friend. Do you want to hear my revenge fantasy? Let’s get iced coffee and be brats. Learned helplessness is a crime. Success is an art. I’m working on my MFA. That’s deeply stupid. I’m reviewing my life choices in this Greek restaurant. Not everyone needs to be a Very Interesting Person. Who needs a human man? Shadow Daddies exist. I’m having revenge fantasies. The taste of blood. That’s deeply brilliant. I would destroy him. For you. I’m in love with everything. I

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00:02:05

"POV - I sent you 317 reels on Instagram" by Kate Carey

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2024/11/12

I am not mentally okay. I thought of you, or more specifically, I thought this would be something you'd enjoy. This is some news you need to hear. Here is some free therapy that I heard. This made me cry. Watch this cute animal & forget how the world is falling apart. I'm not mentally okay but I cannot say that to you so instead I hide the things I cannot speak between the lines of these memes sent for your entertainment. A noncommittal event invitation. My ADHD brain is experiencing mania

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00:01:47

"Poem" by Tom Snarsky

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2024/11/12

I felt like masturbating I felt like crying It was the twenty-first century Already A quarter over There had been artistic movements & wars My debts had been repackaged Countless times The enemy of my enemy Followed me On Twitter, now called Ex-Marines shot themselves in the head in their aunts’ basements We lost touch almost as a whole Category We listened to music for evaluative purposes Had to turn off Shostakovich a recording of quartet #10 that churned too fast like history A

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00:02:00

"Naturalization Test" by Aishvarya Arora

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2024/11/12

Aishvarya Arora called us from Queens, NY. voicemailpoems.org/submit/ facebook.com/voicemailpoems twitter.com/voicemailpoems instagram.com/voicemailpoems

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00:03:00

"Mojave" by Candace Cavanaugh

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2024/11/12

He gave up looking for a town, gas station, or house off a road or driveway The desert unfolded further than his eyes could see. In the stillness, the ground spread in glare, broken only by shrubs now and then. A swell of dunes lay below a jut of mountain range bulking up from beneath the surface. They were told it could take hours to traverse this section. That they should have a full tank, a functioning radiator, and plenty of liquids. No warning was offered about the middle hours of the

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00:01:08

"Lorde's Supercut is Film Theory" by Ankoor Patel

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2024/11/12

To hate yourself and have sex makes you a movie director on a street corner, seeing everything in slow motion, scouting for bodies. When it’s too dark to see we clock out to edit more. After work, every night becomes dance. Re-cuts of thighs and light shows. A supercut is a cheap haircut, not filmmaking technique. But I know montage because I put movement over belonging, dwell only in breath, each a one-time use. Montages aren’t romantic. They are light shot through crashing tunnel,

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