Originally posted on Theater of Sorrows:
Pretty Petals Purge Poison So youYou made it through the fall of graceSummers winter dressed in black laceThe moonless…
Category: Poetry
In Search of Our Mother’s Gardens – Tamara Fricke
I am fluid in these moments neither masculine nor feminine neither hero nor victim neither camera nor film and in them I can finally breathe
Featured Post: This Bridge Called My Back – Christine E. Ray
young ones you glance in my direction but you do not see your eyes slide off me as if I wear my gray hair my
Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday | August 8, 2019
Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
Welcome to Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday! This is the day of the week where all members of the…
Featured Post: In Search of Our Mother’s Gardens – Christine E. Ray
dear mother you hid your heart behind stone walls and locked gates a secret garden you never invited me into for tea glimpses of daisies
Featured Post: This Bridge Called My Back – Tamara Fricke
Mahogany skin lends itself, naturally, to scaffolding and furniture alike, crafting exquisite sculptures pale hands envy and caress, asking cinnamon’s warm russets to wipe snotty
Split Infinities
Originally published on Blood Into Ink I fight so hard against the sign the good citizens insist should hang outside my door scratching at the
Featured Post: The Bell Jar – Tamara Fricke
Fuck Holden Caulfield and sing instead of electrified ether crackling down the spine of every woman that bore him. I’m bored with him and I’m
