All Posts By E. Mason Kaye

En Pointe

The dancer’s feet adapt their shape to whatever position she bends them into, And I am reminded of how clumsy and awkward mine are – In...

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She tells him she is thirteen, And he tells her that she can keep her shirt on when they fuck. She walks by the coffee shop that is no...

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Reclaiming History

Men’s words cannot define you anymore. Once, you may have let others tear you apart only to strike the final mutinous blow...

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