We were poor people. My mother didn’t work, as she was busy raising me (and my sister once she was born in 1983). My dad has never…
Month: August 2017
Resurrection
she did her time in a concrete tomb etched in stone tablets of damnation’s tome lorded over by dungeon masters antebellum gnomes she withered skin dry and…… Read more “Resurrection”
Resistance
Silence is the boon companion of shame I am tired so very very tired of silence of shame weighing me down pulling at my shoulders dragging me to…… Read more “Resistance”
Let Them See
Originally posted on Sarah Doughty:
We don’t have to hide away our flaws like they deserve to be kept in the dark. They make us real. They…
silent night
Christopher McGeown/ Short Poems and Other Nonsense
Natural Consequences
she was taken for granted her pliable nature ravaged resources pillaged plundered in blasphemous homage to instant gratification her gagged silence misconstrued as obsequious acquiescence her mantle…… Read more “Natural Consequences”
The Stunted Pine
Sometimes I drive past (y)our house–the one I had abandoned to save my life–and see that the trees we’d planted together as saplings continue to thrive. All…… Read more “The Stunted Pine”
Hauntings
I’ve been rummaging through our graveyard stirring up dusty ghosts as I forage for crumbs of a life amongst the splintered bones they don’t lie still our…… Read more “Hauntings”
Turtling
self-protection your forte withdrawing into yourself in the face of predators real or shadow-boxers concealing vulnerable flesh under rock-hard outer shell you have perfected your hidden aptitude…… Read more “Turtling”
Blood Into Ink 