Blackout poetry by Lily Iervasi.
One summer, your mama took us to the forest to collect Schnittlauch.
We came home and mixed the Schnittlauch with our pancake batter,
and I was happy, because these pancakes were not sour, or familiar like our Dosas.
Did You Know Our Souls Beat in Sync?
Sometimes i feel you
Is Instapoetry Really So Bad?
At its core, instapoetry – which appears to simply be a catch-all term for any poetry that finds a home online – is nothing new. The broad criticism it has faced, like many literary genres before it, is not novel either.
Little Red Lunchbox
He takes to work / His little, red lunchbox.