Posts
-
“Name your torture,”
one of them said
with a wink.
I wanted an orchard
but I swallowed the vodka
he handed me
willingly.“The Gorge”
-
this is your death stroll.
you used to dress up for it,
now you take it as it comes;
easy, waiting but
walking. -
-
“some nights I curl up to him and
tell myself about myself.”–elena ferrante
-
“I didn’t know the cost of entering a song–
was to lose your way back.”-Ocean Vuong, “Threshold”
-
-
The Consent Project
How the Internet Helped Elucidate Rape Culture For Us All:
A Moving Internet Installation -
“grief is chaos.”
-
I went from being a frozen tundra:
algid, wide and growing fields of ground to cover with
no visible tracks to follow
unless the wind was kind and left
the prints
but it wasn’t often.
taciturn but for some
icy speech and bleak;
caustic prose in
squalling breezes that freeze
and stick to your cheeks,
harden bite your tongue
in frostbit chomps so it takes a while before we completely cut those
meek coughs off
just as they start.
before they form into spit,
white noise, handwritten
cards,
I sprout into a raging sun:precocious and blazing
hot, I become
a long bending desert to
warm you up:
fields of sand to cover,
infinite high noon run,
no moon to come,
hollowing the others with
deprivation,
promising mirages,
a wide and weaving
ever-longing
desiccation,
sudden sidewinders and a
slow and draining
drip that never hits and
dehydration,
never an inch of rain and you
find every trap I laid.I start by slaughtering your brothers
in front of you to see
if you can stand it.“sekhmet”
-
this next section is called:
datura moon, the video game.what is it that I owe you?
welcome to the gauntlet. -
you can lead a war:
you could lead your own.
daturamoon.com 