By being a part of PSA (Poetry Slam Association) at my college, I’ve gotten to know some pretty cool poets (who also know other cool …
No Title by Chelsea Coreen
When my itch for you surfaced like a drowned rat in a swimming pool, I took the plea bargain. Spent the whole summer upstate. Fly-fishing …
Sonnet For My Mother by Chelsea Coreen
As her aging groom snores, she imagines she is seventeen. An art gallery opens. Boots unlaced. Lips painted black. She closes her eyes, but all …
For Sisters by Chelsea Coreen
While I drive her home from the movie theater, she tells me about the junior prom. And how she bought her black gauze gown with …