The truth about some things is that you never get them back. Retrospect makes for weak religion, its gospels full of little godless impossibilities slowly killing all your comebacks. There’s a math to moving forward but the geometry always gets us down. Everybody’s got an angle, the small equations figured out. And I’ve been divided […]Read more "Small Equations"
Hey there! With eight weeks to go until the release of my fourth anthology, I will be doing a weekly blog about the inspirations behind Little City and a few of the stories that shaped it. Tune in every Tuesday from now to June 9th to discover a little piece of history behind the poems. […]Read more "#LittleCityStories: Origins"
Dead celebrity won the city of my soul. Her hold more Marilyn than most, mostly I just feel she’s gone. A thousand times drawn, thousand more romanticized. Dead celebrity benign as the rhinestone around her collar, on reality’s altar made me want to follow her until I’d caught up and shipped her home. But there’s […]Read more "Dead Celebrity"
For the most part, I grew up in a government town. It was never quite a metropolis like Toronto or New York, but it was hardly a village. When I was young, it was a series of separate townships and the designated capital they surrounded. It was literally this clusterfuck of populations scattered in the […]Read more "ANNOUNCEMENT: “Little City” Release Date & Synopsis"
And then the raven queried darling isn’t your last safe haven buried? a fairy tale you had hoped to carry with you all your days. Aren’t all these blacks you’ve been wearing just omens, the copious volumes of cigarette smoke codespeak for loneliness? Are we not all trying to atone for our opiates, whether with […]Read more "My Crow Poet"
It must have been three or four in the morning jumping from one naked bed to the next imagining weeds growing out of my broken wing and how some people leave them in the cracks while others pull and trim. Every soul needs a rim every love a first and a last hymn I don’t […]Read more "Weeds by CHRISTINA STRIGAS"
there was a time when flowers grew from every crack in this surface i call my flesh i pulled fresh flowers straight from my veins flowers sprouted from soil pushing past the heavy burden of warm earth there was a time when all that was rotting covered my face where flowers sprung free from their […]Read more "the flowers grew everywhere by M @ QUEENBUKOWSKI"
fly away, little yellow bird phantom into the misty wood as my misty eyes watch ’til you fade I run in ellipticals to see you just once more– Once I catch a glimpse, an ivory-hued dove comes from above an engulfs you; I grab her by the neck and plead to give my feathered friend […]Read more "Canary Spirit by EVAPOETX"
I dreamt of you when I was a girl a hazy promise, alien and enchanting The vision bore fruit decades later, a happy union of God, luck and human biology When the time came you slithered out covered in vernix, beautiful from the moment I saw you, a part of myself I did not recognise: […]Read more "The Gift by NILLU NASSER STELTER"