contradiction she was made of sugarset on firedoused in honeyand sprinkled with saltrolled in crushed chilisthen dusted with perfume they tried to tameher hairher voiceher hips and thighsher breastsbut shecould not be contained she was too big for themand their boxand their chains she birthed worldsfrom her soul Sumayyah...
I settled for a short poem this week, as I appear to be coming down with cold and am short of breath! I hope you enjoy the video anyway. are you talking to me? with that excuse me please pointing to the back of the line where I’m expected...
“I hate everything,” I remark dully to my co-worker as I pull the ugly green smock I am required to wear as a picker over my head and stuff it into my locker. Warehouse work is tiring, unglamourous, boring, and dirty. “Careful, Sunshine,” Drea says as she slams her...
–begin transmission– I am joyful, glad, exuberant. I struggle to keep my emotions from dancing across my face. In addition to my shades, I now wear a cap on my head, pulled low, in order to slip further into the shadows and go unnoticed by human eyes. The modifications...
life it’s me my brain my insecurities i’m distracted by life and bills and how jiggly my gut is and whether my jeans make me look fat or if i’m screwing up my kids can i be a mother and a writer a wife and a poet a woman...
Welcome to the mind of Zo. Not sure just how old she is yet… Somewhere between 12 and 16, I’m guessing. And yes, she’s been locked up her whole life. ——————————————————————– Even if I can’t see them, I know they’re there. Watching me, taunting me, studying me like I’m...
untitled 17 the weaving of her life unravels strand by strand while she struggles to hold it together just yesterday she said she never felt better in her lifetime now today she’s losing her lifeline disturbing images from her dreams haunt her waking moments making her reality seem obscene...
triple threat are you talking to me? with that excuse me please pointing to the back of the line where I’m expected to wait for Hell to freeze over and over I ask you what did I do to be so black and blue that my color stands for...
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