Wide-eyed wonder, where did you go? I’m unravelling. Ooo, ooo. This is a line from a song by Violents and Monica Martin – Unraveling – from their new project Awake and Pretty Much Sober. This struck me for a good while today. About midway through my first listen my head lulled back and locked there,… Continue reading drip fed bravery
if you could write three words on your insides / for the person doing the autopsy to find / where would you write them? / would you do it even if it meant feeling / all of it? / i take two nails / incise across the length / of my 6th rib / peel… Continue reading for new veins
i don’t think there’s anything better than the sound of another person thinking / listening to light fall into them like sun / through a stained glass window / pressing on the deepest brown. / no better sound than watching a person hold their gaze / on a halving sun / grasping at the middle… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 10
rub the truth against the roof of your mouth. roll it between thumb and finger, and hear the way it falls apart. if it doesn’t smoke it. if it does roll again. the cost of building a house is almost the same anywhere, its the cost of the land that changes. ~ “look, sunflower” you say “look,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9
No poem today! A lot because feeling confined by NaPoWriMo is not what I want to get out of it. Also because I spent my time well today, with generations of women important to me, telling me that 'men were trash in the 60s and they are trash now' (a direct quote). Slowly teasing out… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 8 (n/a)
we are two stepping on a waxed marble floor throwing heads back up to ceilings 10 times our size and giving laughter into the still air above us. and my mind is full of nothing but the faces that float in front of me. and i think of how this age clings to the physical.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 7
i write when i can’t breathe. so, summer’s soft inhale – perfect writer’s block.
you’re here, you guess / here, where the world falls at your feet / (or the shadow of the world) / (or the shadow of a world) / and vertigo is something to look down on. / immune to it now because you have known it / because you are what climbed high enough to… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 5
the heat attracts itself to her like flame to moth teases instinct out and she dances with it. meeting you salves her exasperation. soothes the hives from days spent furling and unfurling her tulipped mouth for them, the aggressively uninteresting. but for you she springs, like hair from a bun.