Because I bruise so
I’ve begun to embrace well
My knees and elbows
-a.r.
Porcelain doll created by Marina Bychkova
Sharp Angles
•October 25, 2015 • Leave a CommentWe
•October 23, 2015 • 2 CommentsThe scent
Of shit and jet fuel
Earth and acid
The sounds
Of grunts and grinding
Guts and gears
The form
Of flies and contrails
Piles and propulsion
The feeling
Of revulsion and revelry
Push and pull
The idea
Of hiding and dreaming
Shame and creation
We are
Squatting and leaping
Assholes and astronauts
-a.r.
Painting: Triian by Scott Listfield
Geist
•October 22, 2015 • Leave a CommentA paradigm shift
In the change of a sheet
Something ungodly
Has just been released
-a.r.
Art installation by Britt Ragsdale
Sorrow
•October 22, 2015 • Leave a CommentOh, little bud wrapped ’round a weed root
Still so green and pristine is your shoot
But I’m sad ’cause I plucked you together
Your sweet scent turning rotten too soon
-a.r.
Painting: Broken Visage by Mathew Price
Ash
•October 21, 2015 • 2 CommentsI didn’t make my bed today
I let it stay a mess
Of sleep and sweat and fevered dreams
Like fuzz that I have left
On my teeth in my brain on the skin
Of my sex
I am tossing the turns
I was planning to take
Letting little dust mites tackle their very own day
While I wallow and tussle
And twist and create
In this bit of the temple where I am allowed
And determined to play
With the grit on this shroud
Till I get up
And light up
And burn this shit down
-a.r.
Painting: Seule by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864-1901)
Dearest Demons
•October 20, 2015 • 3 CommentsMy dearest demons
Dreaming ‘neath my skin, WAKE UP!
And let us be damned
-a.r.
Blind Owl
•October 19, 2015 • Leave a CommentAnd what if the one
I have kept my secrets from
Is, in fact, just me
-a.r.
Painting by Amy Judd
The Fall
•October 18, 2015 • Leave a CommentA falling moth kissed my face on the mirror
His autumn wings carried heavy the season
Dying as the sun fades
Oh so short are his days
I let him have all my light for that reason
-a.r.
Painting by Amy Judd
Noticing
•October 14, 2015 • Leave a CommentA sea of clover shown before me
In the warming morning sun
The dew it cried
Daybreak belied
The winter chill that’s still to come
-a.r.
Waiting
•October 12, 2015 • 2 CommentsI am sinking slow to porcelain
Allowing cracks and creaks to settle in
Building bones behind unblinking eyes
Padding organs without compromise
I sew my insides well as silence falls
Working quick to stitch these bleeding walls
Accepting echoes best in possessed space
Giving nothing past this painted face
If I play careless all my limbs do clink
SItting bothers less than one would think
Never assume this shelf is safe
I watch, I wait, each time you walk away
-a.r.
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