Month: November 2014


By Zachary D’mitri

The mountains seem to climb one another,
scrambling and stumbling as if to run frantically and clean into the sky,
and all the planets in alignment
couldn’t bend to form a smile as wide as mine.



And the Bad Poets

By Zachary D’mitri


not bad,

but uninspired,

write about

how we’re beautiful

because we’re all made of stars.

And I think,

you stone cold

fucking prodigy.

You marvel.

You bright, shining

son of a bitch.

Only a brilliant genius

could turn the stars ugly.