Murmurations Inside and Outside
inside an echo makes home silent murmurations are octopusessed in my veins burn frozen frescos, tattoos into my heart, an unleashed fear smirks en masse, a rogue writhing vermin slithering through my veins into the chambers of my heart, caged outside an autumn in twilight sky shimmers bright extravagant shadows Read more
Departure
his life is fleeting his spirit walking away cricket cries break through the veil of his eternal night each timid step he makes on brittle bones glued together with a poisonous elixir that drips and overflows pooling around his icicle grey eyes it strips away his beauty one strand of Read more
not seeing eye to eye
i call you fake crazy because you’re saner than i you call me crazy fake on account of my lies you want to be wild, unleashed, out of bounds i want my words to bring you around your distance puts me right at the edge i’ve grown too used to Read more
The Pain of My Sister’s Murder Gets Me Up in the Morning
The day he shot my sister, it was like any other day. Gold sun, warm breezes, and aqua air. It was perfect until it wasn’t perfect. The skies didn’t darken until 5:15 PM. This is when he pulled the trigger. This is when he changed our lives. Bang. Bang. Bang. Read more
Contrails and Cacti
I burrow my soul deep into the desert until all that exists in any one way are contrails and cacti. Smoky white lines cross the skies above forced into a syncopated rhyme by a jet stream proving planes really do fly like birds. Spent contrails. Waning evidence of jets hastening Read more
Apple = Vagina – An Interview with Lisa Tellor-Kelley
Lisa Tellor-Kelley’s poetry collection ‘My Body Bonded with Superglue,’ published by Animal Heart Press is a woman’s journey through diagnosis, treatment, and healing of breast cancer. The poet takes us on the emotional and physical voyage of having breasts removed and coming to terms with what that means for personal Read more
An Affair
My husband walks in on us and says, “You are going too far: Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and now today too?” He doesn’t understand the pull of the muse when my mind goes blind seeing, hearing nothing. Nothing but words begging to be caressed into being, literary waterfalls decimating Read more