Today. I knew he was looking, Since class. Since going into class. (And yes, I know, I know, I know, Him, again. But I want …
A Teenage Brain on Antidepressants
My soul is crushed like a hard candy shellThe universe sprinkled with dots of my painConsciousness spreading, disappearing, existingA life without meaning is one lived …
end
each year at the end of summer, I always find myselfperched on my window-sill some years with a cigarette hanging from my fingers,with hopes that …
Young
cw: violence, self-inflicted violence Sometimes I long to shove a knife into my spinal column.To spear the little red ball of anger and frustrationAnd kill …
MOTHER MIGHT
Might of a valorous tigress, chasing hopes up the fervescent hill,Femininity is no hindrance to overcoming the obstacles life places before her.She travails eclipsing her …
The English Word
I am not the night, girlIt is not then when I comeA scattered spurt of silver starsThe silent sex of ship and shoreWhere rich wood …
ROOT#1
Lucía Hinojosa (Mexico City, 1987) is an interdisciplinary artist, writer and editor. Her practice develops through a series of conceptual, ephemeral gestures and performative trajectories …
The Mortal Ensemble
as the bow strikes, a string’s everlasting tension breaks the building crescendo while the individual notes of humanity strain to amplify a larger chord, our …
Hunger
Press my skull give body to my center not with tenderness but terror and delight press my face magnificent beast into the unknown tenure of …
Hungry
Come to my dinner party I will bake my ribs sweet with rosemary honey and thyme 160 degrees three hours long bring them out to …