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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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00:02:20

"When I Try to Verify Why They Carpet Driveways After...

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

When I Try to Verify Why They Carpet Driveways After the Rain, Google Keeps Feeding Me Distressingly Hot Factoids About Hermaphroditic Earthworm SexUntil I thought to check, I thought I knew: worms emerge from dirt to tar on the run from drowning. Actually no one understands their reasons. Maybe worms emerge from dirt to tar when vibrations ape a predator. Or are their reasons maybe traveling fast on slicked slab? Reproducing? When vibrations ape a predator, or are mock applause when I drop a

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00:02:21

"Untitled" by Muhammad Rabih

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

we did not hold hands often we clenched legs under the table hands were too public for two who did not know how feelings socailize we sat on a bench on the corniche watching the nile at noon it was full and calm we could hear the wind sing to the trees on its sides you held my hand and I looked as you took it towards you the wind stopped singing and my heart wanted to come out and taste the water I said look how my hand looks no matter how many times I wash it you said look how mine sweats

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00:01:35

"Unassigned" by Fiona Martinez

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

after Ocean Vuong and why this want for permanence surround sound my life with backups sound out my name and it’s almost a library flower pressed screen dazed stillness a twinkie and her wrapper words she presses in the shape of a body I too will one day be glad I am no longer violet and instead fertilizer no mama’s memoir no mama to read my memoir will be ocean open ooooo

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00:00:56

"[Tonight you lay on your own couch...]" by JeFF Stumpo

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

Tonight you lay on your own couch, trying to head off fixation. Your cigar is just a. You hold it oscillating between Cuban and. You are not. You tell yourself this. You flip through your notebook, and it is filled with pictures of you riding the night. The cigar is in your fingers, which place it to your lips. You take a luxurious puff. Wake up, you whimper, and linger, eyes glazing. Up, you manage. Up. The notebook falls from your other hand. Gravity is repression, you think and try to not. You

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00:01:32

"The Way to Keep Going in Your Twenties" by Charlotte...

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

do not be afraid of your own heart beating there must be chocolate maybe even daily I would recommend buying the better cheese drink orange juice in the morning it will help drink wine or whiskey and write things down it is always good to know your own handwriting remember how clean sheets feel and hot baths keep lip balm by your bed keep a tissue in your pocket buy a lamp so your room is warm and buy things so they are memories later and look at your hands they are beautiful! Once a week make a

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00:01:39

"Sugar Bloom & Smudge" by C. Rivera

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

What bloomed from grief came instinct, came wrath. The aftermath of my longing will show on your back like Lichtenberg figures after the subtlety of a strike. My beautiful friend, I do think heat causes molecules to excite, and if you let me, we’ll honor the burn marks after this smudging. But not before prayer, not before kneeling behind you your scent, curiously ancient I’m suddenly wet I want you protected, well fed. So please, let me sage you. The

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00:01:27

"Potato" by C. Late

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

three soldiers in tinfoil jackets roasting on the bottom oven rack she’d cut the ends off one too long for its own good hacked chunks from the pudgy pocked one sliced the largest of the lot into quarters pulling used foil from a crumpled stash she manhandled the starchy meal into silver uniforms tried to unwrap and uncrinkle but eventually abandoned hope supper could be smooth or smartly dressed when the oven sang out its warning she skinned them from the foil burned fingers in her haste to

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00:01:42

"Progressively Ambitious Poem for the Future" by...

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

I want to write about eternity too just like the cats probing at their breakfasts or your two week old hands Isadora brushing my beard like sleepwalking windshield wipers or the way the sun uses maple leaves as lampshades if we can spend as much of ourselves in time as out of it if our conch shell ears keep after months the cymbal samba of the sea if your feet tender toweled and purpling remember the ant hills and thumb tacks and jelly spills they haven’t found yet if your big sister

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00:01:00

"New York Summer" by Jenna Cardinale

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

Storms– Wave action– Sand crash– A kite coming close– Wobbling moon– Desire work– These optimisms– There’s your thunder– Your downpour across the street– A kid beating a tree with its stick– Panting about every day– Too hot to worry about plot– Chewing ice into the mic– Today a hundred- year-old woman died– Separately I saw so many maggots later– As a recluse I really went all out– ————————————– Jenna Cardinale called us from Brooklyn,

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00:02:19

"Naked in Manhattan" by Micaela Camacho-Tenreiro

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

after Chappell Roan The cold knows me in ways you never will. Darkness clamps her hand over the city’s mouth. Still, light. Music rises like smoke. And God is anything but subtle — this joint, our first kiss. Now my heart’s a helium balloon — pink, no strings attached. Sailing high among the lanterns — paper clouds in a makeshift sky in a lesbian bar where I keep my sunglasses on so you can’t see me cry. If we’re already in Hell, then that explains middle school, which isn’t when I knew. But

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00:02:17

"May 10th" by Jamie Hood

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

May 10th Perseverance is terminal, Every day dully getting up. The end times keep edging us But I’m a Taurus— I prefer to come And to go another round. They shot Katy Perry Into orbit, then let her back in. We turned the mission into memes To stop thinking of burned old growth forests, Boiling oceans, where all the bees have gone. In the shuttle there was something To do with a world tour. Will the wet bulb be worth it? A senator says we all have to die sometime, Which is news to me! I am always

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00:02:24

"Letter to the Editor of the Old Farmer's Almanac,...

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

I have been made aware of the fact that you died in 1846, but am hoping this will reach you regardless. I have heard you are the foremost expert on solar activity, weather patterns, and astronomical cycles, as well as the best times to fish and how to build a community. I have heard you lived and worked in New Hampshire, which is where I have recently come to live and sometimes but rarely work. Did you know that ticks no longer freeze here, in the winter? The annual mean temperature has

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00:01:08

"Lawful Good" by Alexa Vallejo

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

Solidarity is pissing in adjacent stalls. A godly marriage is a throuple with Christ. Dude was a real trove of sword lore. We cheered for the biracial babies. At the racist wedding, the pastor praised Korean cars & submissive wives. Cousins snuck liquor into the dry reception while sober Christians gnashed their teeth. So began the diaspora. One spent a year in Singapore; another posted pics from Botswana. Were we the first to get divorced? At least on that side of the family

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00:02:00

"The Evolution of Missing You" by Juniper Danger

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

April 2024 Wish you were here is no synonym for I miss you, though of course I do. Wish you were here Like I know you would love this LIke I want to remember this with you, not to you Wish we could rebuild the subtleties to each other and build the details Fall over each other in the telling Want you to feel this first hand, absorbing it too Count you among the partners here along for their own rides Drinking in the soprano soloist, a bringer of comfort, this time firmly hand in hand I said I

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00:01:25

"Beholden" by John Muro

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

“There can be but one teacher – nature. She must always be consulted.” - Camille Pissarro I’m wondering how best to preserve this day when I find myself summoned outside into the warming light, tossing my net beyond the low islands and the jagged edge of the Sound, hoping its threads return in gilded attire, yielding a tangle of blessings culled from both sea and hollow that are a mix of old-growth splendor and the commonplace, while I fall back to silence, watching the way the

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00:01:06

"4-tongue poem" by Chiara Crisafulli

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/11/07

"4-tongue poem" by Chiara Crisafulli by VOICEMAIL POEMS

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00:01:36

"Work Ghazal" by Jarrett Moseley

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/08/14

The last night we spoke, you said we could make this work.I sold the bed we used to sleep on, to forget, hoping it would work. I left the pink book you gave me on my desk, your letters in my drawer, the ones where you said love is work. I left the memory of us sleeping on a cliffside in my head but deleted the picture we took, dead-eyed from waking up to work at 5 AM on another coast, the night sea barely visible beyond your head laid against my thigh, sprawled black hair, it was easy work

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00:02:38

"We Promise to Protect Each Other" by Lauren Dotson

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/08/14

We promise to protect each other After Willie Perdomo which means we pinky swear it which means we draw our pinkies like switchblades from

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00:02:34

"Things I'd Still Do" by Dré Pontbriand

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/08/14

Get in vans with strangers: a Palo-Santo heavy Chevy G20 with a sonnet-spilling prophet; a red 70’s Volkswagen shaggin' wagon with three long-haired surfers headed South; a fuzzy pink and purple pimped out festival-goer’s fantasy stocked with the best candy—one taste and I make-out with God. Talk myself out of a felony on one side of the border, have my first lucid dream on the other. Skinny dip a bioluminescent shoreline with a nowhere-bound time -traveller, his touch the lightning that

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00:02:59

"these days, everybody wants to hear the prophecies...

VOICEMAIL POEMS ·

2025/08/14

"these days, everybody wants to hear the prophecies of yore at a mcdonald’s drive through, and i just don’t think that that’s what i’m after" & when my friend pulls up & the speaker starts crackling with some eldritch horror, & it asks, do you want to die with that? & my friend looks over at me & asks, well, do you? & i say i’m good with just the pepsi, thanks & the eldritch horror, profound & decrepit, wails like a thousand suns being born or the edge of a paper slicing through skin or your dad

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