“Grievous, Sour Teeth” a Poem by Matt ‘Loveit or’ Leavitt

The Poet you should be reading. Matt writes about isolation, and despair during a time where we can all relate.

“Pacman” a Poem by Matt ‘Loveit or’ Leavitt

I’m down to the wire with just one life left and every morning it starts anew, asking me if I’m ready. I never had a choice. I’ve been here before. I’m stuck in a maze and every time I think I found my way out, I open the front door into my own living room.

A Gothic Poem by Robert Maturin

The limner’s art may trace the absent feature, And give the eye of distant weeping faith To view the form of its idolatry; But oh! the scenes ‘mid which they met and parted; The thoughts–the recollections sweet and bitter,– Th’ Elysian dreams of lovers, when they loved,– Who shall restore them? By Robert Maturin