Poetry Rec:”The Witch Has Told You a Story”
Read this before bed. Dream of abundance.
Read Morei made liking Sylvia Plath into a personality
Read this before bed. Dream of abundance.
Read MoreReading this felt like biting a mango. Did you like it? How did it taste?
Read MoreListen, Edna St. Vincent Millay is my bisexual Aphrodite poetical muse.
Read MoreEveryday a new terror is forced upon my soft and nimble palms making them as rough and weary as a digger’s.
Read MoreYour clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
Read MoreThe past becomes sparkly and clean. The 80s & 90s are bright and colorful–full of children laughing and playing out in the safety of suburbia. Racism, who? Sexism, where? Never mind the AIDS crisis, or the Satanic Panic (RIP to so many innocent goths), or the freaking COLD WAR.
Read MoreHe leaned above me, thinking that I slept
And could not hear him; but I heard him say,
‘Poor child, poor child’: and as he turned away
Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
If things happen
the way they are supposed to
my mother will die before me.
She cannot be not beautiful, but she is
starving. Each day she grows thinner, and her bones
grow longer, porous.