line between art and hate drawn in chalk on the asphalt has become blurred smudged by the feet that straddle it insisting that all is
Category: Poetry
lash
the world is too loud today full of harsh noises and brassy sharp edges that catch at my clothes nick at my skin empty Band-Aid
The Soft Throat of Justice
torches carried in angry fists swallowed the light burned away the oxygen created a vacuum in a night gone chill like the blood in my veins
Vibrational Sensory Loss
I am routinely pricked with pins sensations disturbingly do not match asymmetry my right hand right leg become phantoms their volume dialed down muted ghosts
Static
the low buzz of pain over my eyebrows has moved from white noise that I can block out with conscious effort to the heaviness of
Queue the Music/A Mad World Poem-Christine Ray & Stephen Fuller
A collaborative poem with my incredibly talented friend Stephen Fuller. applause fills my ears like gin in my glass accolades for how well I convey
Melancholia
steeped dark in the solitude of my thoughts I lay forgotten in an empty room as if poured from a pitcher onto smooth glass thin
Executive Order-Christian Garduno
Originally posted on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen:
Beginning January 1, 2020, Executive Order #774 States that: It shall be that all female ‘rights’ to have…
Muscle Memory
suddenly unsettled when healing hands touch left side of bare abdomen images of stray cocks and cocked guns fill my head crowding out other more
