Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
The thorn guards the rose The ribcage protects the heart Did you take your blood pressure pill? You are what I cherish The ribcage protects the heart Drive safely! I know you grow weary of my words Did you take your blood pressure pill? Bark shields the tree from disease Read more
Slave, says my shirt I run barefoot from hurt to hurt The Good Lord’s magic sunshine child A stoner saint in the hippie wild. Slave, says my shirt I stand on hallowed campus dirt A man talks to the runaway There is a day to resist and that is today. Read more
when poems creep beneath the soil there is no hope that they’ll resurface yet nourished on the blood that leaks from wounds or salt and water from a tear they will prove hardy demanding to survive in dreams and crawling out of holes years afterward emerging fully formed wings beating Read more
They told me grief comes in waves. I expected an ebb and flow, not placid waters interrupted by a tsunami. Every once in a while, I forget about the losses. I forget that I’m no longer pregnant, or that I can’t call my parents’ landline to speak with my dad. Read more
“What time is it?” His voice makes me scratch at my skin, my filthy nails leaving trails like I’m trying to scrape him off me. I can almost feel his breath on my neck—warm, invasive—his tongue flicking in his mouth as if it’s mine, pressing against my teeth. “What difference Read more
Supine, she sprawls where she has fallen, not one bird calls where she has fallen. Dead grass covers her form like a shroud, an endless pall where she has fallen. The lightning-struck tree, stiff with black grief, still standing tall where she has fallen. Where is the play of green Read more
Patrons had been bustling all this Sunday morning and Danny was made to wait for his smoke break. There were elderly people who’d known him as a kid and children with their parents. Old Mister rested on the stool behind the cash register, a hefty man everyone called Old Mister Read more
