Xanadu Poetry

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Sarah Palladino


Disassociating— eyes fixated on

a ceramic elephant.

Designed with and american flag,

pointing to the open door for luck.


Front and center chromebook opened to

hours of definitions from a cursed

purple textbook.

Stimulating my sympathetic nervous system into

override as he suanters towards the

dented filing cabinet.

Conditioned us to be petrified everytime his

fingers graze the metallic handle.


Forming new neural connections

as I learn about neurotransmitters.

My limbic system— activated by his words.

I’ll never achieve serotonin this way

with him— ever again.


Snapping back— with the consciousness of

where I am— 

I smile.

Kimberly Cruz

By  Kimberly Cruz

Poet of the Month

Louis Jenkins

Louis Jenkins



I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back...

I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...

What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's

brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same

skin, but not the same, a thing made for the earth, not the air.

I realize that this is a world where anything is possible and I

understand, also, that one often has to make do with what one

has. I have eaten pancakes, for instance, with that clear corn

syrup on them because there was no maple syrup and they

weren't very good. Well, anyway, this is different. (My man

downfield is waving his arms.) One has certain responsibilities,

one has to make choices. This isn't right and I'm not going

to throw it.


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Maggie Dalton

By Maggie Dalton