Whispers penetrate flesh walls, secrets resound like a melody within the temple of mind. A church choir of boys sing Latin, a tongue they never understood,… Read more “Preyed”
Tag: domestic violence
Domestic Abuse — One Pamela Pusumane
I have never been good with emotions but I’m an artist with fists. Sometimes I prefer beating myself up with a bottle Because Mommy said that’s how… Read more “Domestic Abuse — One Pamela Pusumane”
Response Poem: Made for Him- Christine Ray
The video for Niia’s Made for You is one of the most disturbing, provocative and mesmerizing music videos I have ever seen. I could not look away even when… Read more “Response Poem: Made for Him- Christine Ray”
OUR MOTHERS AND THE MEN THAT GUIDE THEM- Timothy Tarkelly
The younger men of my neck of the woods, gather at their rain-trodden stomping grounds. They navigate battleship trucks through the mud until one is proven… Read more “OUR MOTHERS AND THE MEN THAT GUIDE THEM- Timothy Tarkelly”
Girls Aren’t For Beating/Rachel Finch
I take rejection like a winner, spit the blood from my mouth when you’ve finished pounding childhood trauma into my lungs, smile through the bruises, keep your… Read more “Girls Aren’t For Beating/Rachel Finch”
A Statistic- Timothy Tarkelly
Without a reason to rise, they fall and break upon a gentle chin, young and daring to look up. A graceless splash drowns everyone within arm’s… Read more “A Statistic- Timothy Tarkelly”
Stuck- Viola Bleu
Her feet wouldn’t move; welded to the floor they were. She knew she needed to leave the bedroom, wanted to most desperately. But those feet… Read more “Stuck- Viola Bleu”
Broken- Wendi Clouse
Before I was, My grandfather, creased and brown, was in an accident. A big rig full of pipe ran over a stock trailer. Even after 40… Read more “Broken- Wendi Clouse”
Violence Domesticated
Violence domesticated Woman. Pot Roast Sundays tasted better prepared with broken ribs. He loved her hair so much that he’d take greedy handfuls. I still see… Read more “Violence Domesticated”
Heritage: Kobiety- Timothy Tarkelly
I don’t know the women, but I picture them strong. Their names are echoes of patron saints, or famous travelers; the heroines of cabbage eating people. The… Read more “Heritage: Kobiety- Timothy Tarkelly”
