Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
We all have a secret box hidden somewhere. Under the bed, inside a tree hole, or between two thoughts. Some hide it so high, so they can’t reach it anymore. Children like to stash it behind the rainbow, and then forget about it. Come see my secret box. I hid Read more
Last night, I became a taboo woman, tantric veins breaking into unencumbered branches of witched trees that fell, nearly fell. They hung in limp moaning slumber, fulfilled after the thunder had hit them like an orgasm last night. The bird feeder, still quivered beneath, on a rusted hook. Inside its Read more
monkey sees men through glass, so glad not to belong spider hangs in her summer web, already feels the fall upstream fish prefers to drift when choosing not to spawn crow departs the evergreen branch, ignores the murder behind fox in silence takes her prey, will not be called a Read more
you spat me out at the very top of the tornado where sky meets dust just high it was blurry-dizzying, nauseating most mornings chewing-gum- pin-balling between being wrong and being wronger, I know I was never wrongest I slithered, spiraled down that treacherous hole, it felt like years and honestly Read more
I say I know Minnesota like the back of my hand. I don’t know the back of my hand. I wouldn’t recognize it on the street or if it slammed a door. 1 Not like I recognize the lines etched near my eyes, I saw them emerging at 20 and Read more
I’m a bad bitch, stay low to the ground witch, made of ground stone and bone motherfucker, bleed snake skin and vermouth. I was born under a watching eye: teeth, moon, armless spiders are my kin. See me sizzle against your skin, erase time from our coordinates, etch Read more
(a cento, mostly) “The days go by waiting for better times.” I Day after day we sat in the library of our isolated country house, listening to the voices on the radio with an increasing sense of doom — Hitler and Dolfuss, Eden and Chamberlain, schoolchildren and soldiers singing Fascist Read more
the beginning was lost so the ending will become the beginning the passion for breathing blends with tower tongues tattered candy wrappers next to the curb are all too common in an upside down kind of exploded, nuked world bloody lips licking global death fat chemicalized globules half broken slow Read more