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Winter’s Repent

Wavy winter
Whispers woes,

A Mother

There must be a way to both constrict and construct a mother:

From QR Codes to a Poetry Debut: Creating the intimate, distant, and exacting with Emily Marie Passos Duffy

“My favorite part is the flow, presence, and devotion that comes through making. There is lots of doubt, sure, and also a surrender — to a hope that no matter what happens it’s going to turn out as it’s meant to.”

Lovesick

A week ago, you bugged me—practically harassed me.

Let me Remember your Sunshine

Memory doesn’t usually work in my favor.

Disaster

I’m a disaster walking
down the street.

Ihminen

We humans, all so tastelessly mortal.

A Robot Drives Me Home

A beep—the sensor scans the chip in my arm, clocking me out for the day.

Depression Dust

Depression convinced me to hole up in my apartment.

Writing the immersive, haunting, and raw with Pushcart Prize nominee Bryana Lorenzo

“Essentially, I’m inspired by the unheard, by those with a story to tell but who are often ignored or forgotten or even villainized for doing nothing but existing… Rage against justice not done and rage against the burying of stories untold is the true lifeblood of my work.”

A Midwest Spring

Unfurl my warranted design and point towards

Sincerely, Where The lights do crash

Send me seven
Moons and stars,

The Attic in The House of Soleil

Baby blues are skies anew that simmer

Fever Break

I feel as if my lungs have collapsed.

Drawings in a Notebook

To be able to write and draw was all that mattered to her.

LIMINAL space

So you’ll pass between a door and a door

Unseamed

Instrumental, we seem, to our own surmise.

Not Sponsored or How to not have cancer while partaking in the bell

Ethereal was the only way to describe what sat in the pit of my stomach.

Nor the Spud

It wasn’t the senseless loss of my own daily routine

Pelle Sub Agnina

I have worn your body

Sick of the Stress

I’m so sick of the damn stress.

I’m Not

I’m sorry your mother hadn’t the backbone

Only Wins for Me

Yesterday marked a new beginning.

Take Fire to the Ice Pick

In my room
in the dark,

I fall in love

I fall in love with souls
dyed the color of ebony

Reminiscence

There is a group of people standing in the dark.

Death on the Page

I write about what it’s like to exist every day.

She Lived

She had always liked running through the field, feeling the wind as she ran

Son of Sirens

“I saw him once, the son of sirens. That’s all you ever need to go mad,”

Kill Your Darlings

I come up with the right ideas far too late.

What International Women’s Day means to me

March 8. Another typical boring day for some. And yet, for half the world,

circle upon circle

THE GIRL: we’ve been here before- circle upon circle

A Moonlit Dinner for Two

I meet you for dinner once a month,

Glasses Lost

Venkat thrashed against the waves,

Muslin

Caress caress caress caress caress caress

the cleaving of a woman

there are sections
to the cleaving

Dote

I don’t know if you’ll ever be what I can’t find,

Darjeeling without honey

The eyes can glaze a second death.

Pulled

Grunge layered on pots I set out in August-

annie

you can’t return the past–

Solar Slide, Domestic Planets

Maybe it is as simple as everyone has told me: eat a good meal,

Music Notes

Brielle knew she could always count on music.

Butterflies

All through summer, Lily searched for butterflies.

Coffee House Ideas

The espresso machine behind the counter gurgles,

The Twenty-fifth Hour

“With the rough rope against your neck, you’ll feel the floor give way,

Not-So-Far Future–Glimpsed

Sometimes, when I go outside in the one-hundred-degree October heat,

Beetle Catching

My boyfriend takes care of me. He texts me when he’s out of the house.

the girl

the heat has devoured me;

AWAY

Why don’t I go to a peninsula in Belize?

My Dear Doppelgänger

A doppelgänger moved into the spare bedroom.