Join us for our second launch event on Facebook! December 7 at 7pm-10pm The editors and contributors are concluding a week of events in honor of the publication of We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay, and Art. Our live events are … Continue reading We Will Not Be Silenced Launch Event II
I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck and boys all lined up to pet my cleft at the blind side of the playground— dirty fingers mercifully uneducated in the intricacies of female anatomy I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck in middle school, despite my flat chest and … Continue reading I Knew My Worth
Thinking about it now, I’m not the least bit
sorry for the hateful shit I’d said to you
eleventy years ago, when I was a kid
and you fucking knew better.
I rescind my apologies.
Not that my sorries ever meant a good
goddamn to you, anyway—
they were ever only as true as your own,
Insincerity: a common factor.
No, that’s not true…the truth is complex.
I wish I hadn’t apologized so much for defending myself
And I wish you hadn’t rolled over so easily whenever
I called you out. I wish you’d properly raged against
the reasons you were the way you were. Sure,
you’d spoken of the ghosts that breathed inside of you—
warned me of them—but never did you
exorcise them. Never did you make them scream in terror.
Not that your armor went unused. You’d fought your best all your life…
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You are the moonbeams streaming through my window when I’m awake at 3 a.m. I wonder what you would tell her whenever she throws her hands up in defeat. She’s at it again with the shit talk— I’m so over life right now. I guess life is always just gonna be shit. … Continue reading For Me
Ooops! I thought we were “Team Awesome.” Ooops! I thought we were best friends. Ooops! I thought you’d be the last person on this godforsaken earth who would draw the line between what’s yours and mine. I hit a fucking deer, and totaled my car. Sorry, I mean your other car. So fucking sorry. … Continue reading I Hit a Dear with an Automobile Not Mine
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Intrusive thoughts take hold of my hand, and lead me across the street where shades who are, and have yet to be sing ring-around-the-rosy whilst dancing in the daylight— so bold have they grown to stray away from night. What medicine exists this side of death that can save … Continue reading Quest for Wellness
It was easy to break her marinating heart on a Friday night when she was sat at the candle-lit kitchen table, chain-smoking and listening to Janis Joplin, or The Eagles, or Rod Stewart; sometimes I didn’t, but most times I did because the tone of my voice, or the choice of my words, or the … Continue reading Blackness
(Aurora Phoenix) Your Urgency Pierced My Marrow with vanilla milquetoast pleadings you spun a web the envy of Arachne smeared in syrupy cajolery - I supped on hand-dipped flattery your urgency pierced my marrow with flim flam (Kindra) Dilly Dalliance Bound Me Lavender dipped indulgent tongue dripped incantations, salacious songs— your abuse was tender dilly … Continue reading Malevolent Melody: a collaborative piece by the curators of Blood Into Ink
the wintering wind strips aged remnants from her stalwart frame biting shark-teethed at tenacity. she stands barren in the raw upright awaiting the onslaught.
it took time to reach the dusty crossroads but only a moment to sell my soul to The Devil a willing sacrifice signed the legally binding documents in thin purple Sharpie swallowed my qualms like raw oysters briny slick as I gagged them down my throat ate my pride sliced on gluten free crackers followed … Continue reading Tarot-Christine Ray