A Note From the Editors: Write, Speak, Repeat is the first-ever digital anthology created by the members of SU Slam Poetry Club here at Susquehanna University. Our first edition is the accumulation of some of this year’s best poets on campus and members of our slam community. We are incredibly proud to be the platform…Continue Reading 2019 Edition
We are born with our feet on the ground, Heads in the sky, Sea in our blood, And stars in our eyes; We are stardust in a large universe, Blown about by the whims of some higher power. Of all the places we could end up, We find ourselves on this tiny hunk of rock…Continue Reading “Celestial Bodies” – Nuclear Fusion
My New Year’s Resolution was to stop thirsting after guys. This has been my resolution for the last three years. It took me three weeks to fail this resolution this time. This time I truly thought that I could love myself, that I am enough for myself, but I have never learned what it was…Continue Reading “New Year, New Me” – Richard Berwind
part i: confessions I stay away because I’ll taint the white floor with blood, With shards and fear, With pain Sky fade to darkness In the darkness, I come alive Because I can’t scare away all the mortals when I whisper, when I write and writhe I’m uncomfortable in this skin Not because it’s brown…Continue Reading “Containment” – Russ-Ahna Davenport
Someone called me a fag once and I’m sure they spoke a dead language, preserving something familiar from inside that death trap they call a vehicle. That’s not the point, not his tongue, not the matchbox from which the incendiary occurred, but rather that it is Pride month, this is the only month for…Continue Reading “Necrolingual, or Modernized Joan of Arc” – Deon Robinson
Yellow French lights color the city rain a lovely shade of nostalgia- I’m ready to all at once spend a day by the Saône, watching the river run idly by and to explore the intimate places of this strange new world. There’s a feeling of lying down in your bed after a long trip,…Continue Reading “A Love Poem for Lyon” – Jack Snyder
If I could find a tonic to splash upon my tongue, (that muscle involuntarily attached to my manic mind) I’d want a syrup of sweet dish soap Something to scrub my palate clean of notions unspoken; wash away my taste for silent self-induced psychosis, my tendency to diagnose my very own damnation There must be…Continue Reading “Alexa, Play Despacito” – Anastasia Farley
This poem is not about me. It’s about you, or her, or him, or them, It’s about someone who’s never been enough, smart enough, strong enough, charming enough. It’s about someone that underachieves, because overachieving became impossible a long time ago, so they let themselves fall into the background. They become the ensemble in their…Continue Reading “This Poem is Not About Me” – Ava Stanski
I am Pastel Pretty Girl, prima donna ballerina with the pink polka-dotted parasol daisy trellis woven in tresses, lover of dresses; a princess with a polished pedigree, as if I lived life with books-piled-atop-crown, Lover of frills and flounces, lace and ruffles, I am femininity, with almond nails, bubblegum lipstick, pansy perfume— far cry from…Continue Reading “Pastel Pretty Girl” – Amanda Gillette
When you find yourself typing into google was I sexually assaulted?, it means you probably were. Because unfortunately, no search engine in the world can give you a direct yes or no to a question only you can answer. When you’re thinking to yourself maybe I’m just overreacting, it means you aren’t. It means your…Continue Reading “Being a Victim Doesn’t Mean You’re Weak” – Sarena Pollock