The body wants to move
wants to reinhabit itself
it wants to play
To bend arc writhe and double with grace and ease
The body lets go
It also gets tired
and stiff and it aches
The body takes up more space than the other bodies do
It is majestic and has presence
Full of symbolism and reference
it represents fundamental truths
cruel ironies and distortions
The body is encumbered
Yet extends beyond boundaries
The body is boundless
Tag: death
Your bloody daughter – Candice Louisa Daquin
What would you tell her The you of twenty years ago Your bloody daughter Wiped on doctor’s sleeve What would you say? Lying there with your legs… Read more “Your bloody daughter – Candice Louisa Daquin”
for the things i never ask.- Ra’ahe Khayat
i would’ve rather asked you how many names you’ve scribbled on the back of your hands with needles, and how many of them you’ve stricken out when… Read more “for the things i never ask.- Ra’ahe Khayat”
Rigor Mortis- Kristiana Reed
You told me it wouldn’t last unless we left everything in the past, unless we took off to some land unknown, you and I, hand in hand.… Read more “Rigor Mortis- Kristiana Reed”
Hours- Samantha Lucero
I see those mottled photos, ornate albums of yesterdays yellow sun Of swollen women, dream-like, in a lavender field. They leash their arms around an oval-shape becoming… Read more “Hours- Samantha Lucero”
Untitled- Samantha Lucero
my scent, not his scent, but by some changeling blood could spread the same smile on halloween. on christmas waking up in blankets it didn’t fall asleep… Read more “Untitled- Samantha Lucero”
Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest Honorable Mention: bone&silver/#MeToo
Why had my cousin rung me 5 times in thirty minutes? I returned my phone to airplane mode, and pushed open the classroom door. But during the… Read more “Blood Into Ink #MeToo Writing Contest Honorable Mention: bone&silver/#MeToo”
The Monsters are Due on Vine Street- Samantha Lucero
of a grin usually on the missing persons board at truck stops where famished men would pick up hitch-hiking girl-children run aways, escaping home to find themselves, smelling like… Read more “The Monsters are Due on Vine Street- Samantha Lucero”
bogged, buried, bridgewatered-Lois E. Linkens & Henna Sjöblom
I was fourteen, and starting to decompose faster the water spilled over the years, over her body like a plague of ants. Already kneeling in the mud… Read more “bogged, buried, bridgewatered-Lois E. Linkens & Henna Sjöblom”
As if from Nowhere by Sergio Ortiz
[Poem and painting by Sergio Ortiz] Miguel Angel’s memories haunt him like a baggage car that does not quite fit. But let’s talk about his voice, … Read more “As if from Nowhere by Sergio Ortiz”
