by Gillian Wenzel Poetry is a train Gathering from the ghettos The gangs the prisons and the households of xanax Stuck in the quicksand, the…
I greet my mat My soul The things that pour out of me Opening each pore Finding tears sometimes I take shape Yoga Is the…
The scents Or slightly raked meat Souring in the tarnished air These grime beats These balding men Caring cargo Owed to the city air Chest…
Men molding me and making memories we loom over each other like masked insects reaching to prove ourselves bending to lie prone sticking the wounds…
Living with an eating disorder “You are what you eat.” I wanted to be everything and then nothing, so I ate accordingly for three years…
I’m throwing away my umbrellas Because rain is my skin’s baptism Cascading pearls bathing cotton armor Ah blessed be this twisted ocean Where divine meets…
I’m progressing We’re regressing Feeling the weight on our hands And our heads Curling up to sleep And pointing to destinations Feeling the navel heat…
In 2011, Foster the People came out with their debut album, “Torches.” Although “Pumped up Kicks,” a song about a high school shooter, became the…
The icicles hang Pendulous on the highway scene The taut jaw Whispering the memories of a Tangerine Childhood As nature’s drug of choice Cakes the…
Call to me – The river of your youth Tell me the tales Of the tendrils that have petrified, Of summers and winters, Of eclipses…