Seasons

The afternoon light, beneath my toes talking a pale story where a mother aborts another one, father, a ruminating hard albumen. our typewriters often broke, and another language was written deformed, cracked Summers have always taught to swim winters, quietly taught about sinking. and a star too that dissolves at night. i have seen it … Continue reading Seasons

A Room So Still and Quiet It Hurts: A Collaboration of Warriors

September is National Suicide Prevention Month. You are not alone. National Suicide Hotline at 1-800-273 TALK (8255) Christine Ray In a room so still and silent That it hurts Stark white walls Razor sharp edges Etch my soul Draw blood That drips slowly soundlessly From my mouth   I am trapped Like a fly in amber … Continue reading A Room So Still and Quiet It Hurts: A Collaboration of Warriors

Write an 80’s Song

Bruise with heart and lungs, cradle cap infant skull; grey matter itches. Stitch in my side, live wire veins, and concrete bones. I want to write an 80's song; synthesizer ribcage, cochlea subwoofer, and Robert Smith mouth. Make pain into beauty.   image* Cochlea by Hiv3 on DeviantArt