Little Nose
Little Nose All my pain and all my woes Go right up my little nose Now I am free, so unexposed But my friend, she stunts my growth And in the end I am alone Photo ©Julie Anderson All Rights Reserved
Tag: poetry
How Can I Feel?
Every edge that I jump from; every memory that I try to bury within the freckled folds of my unkempt bedsheets; every word that I take back and fill my half-empty stomach with (never not empty); all comes back like gruel on the back of a bathroom sink. I hear Read more
Les Enfants Terribles
It is a true story my narrative of this grand prix night in 2017. I went out for dinner and drinks on Bernard street in Outremont. It was a gorgeous night in the city. Everyone in the world wanted to be in downtown #mtl but we preferred the quieter streets. Read more
I Could Have Been In Playboy
once this time when we had a nice computer and i was not so nice to myself i photoshopped my face turning muddy hazel eyes to blue turning brown hair to blond getting rid of hair anywhere it did not need to be blurring, sculpting, perfecting erasing myself i said Read more
LOSGELASSENHEIT*
Think of anatomy as a refuge, palpable, certain. Finding a precise alignment to convey a path to the heart. Consider the curve of the slender gracilis muscle, like an unfurled ribbon crossing the inner hip and knee. An artifact of evolution, gracilis runs in a straight line in bent-knee quadrupeds. Read more
What I Fear The Most
what I fear the most is not this spinning inexorable world perpetually casting shadows and monsters or even my own inevitable fleshy demise no these days I reserve my trepidation for the unthinkable travesty of a life affirming beauty being right in front of me and me not experiencing it yes Read more
For Lovers Spent
I wish I was the one you search for so you would stop getting colder as you walk away so you say But I am not the woman of your dreams I am someone very special just not the special one. You build songs for those you’ve loved and forever Read more
Press Start
I don’t remember fighting over first player. I remember needing more controllers, quicker reflexes, a softer excitement /thicker walls (whichever lets mom sleep). You remember most of the combos, cheat codes, and having to hide in the bathroom (the only door with a lock). I try to be a good Read more