C.H.R.Y.S.A.L.I.S
Poetry
All covered up in a brown nest I learned to call a “chrysalis” / And I could spell it too: C.H.R.Y.S.A.L.I.S. / And she told me that patience had power, That the caterpillar in the chrysalis would turn to goo and then into a butterfly. And all I had to do was wait.
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These Times Are Strange: A Collective Poem
Video
Some weeks ago, we asked for your help writing a poem that could capture all the uncertainty, incredulity and "strangeness" of the past 6 months. Introducing These Times Are Strange: A Collective Poem!
Hello, it's me again.
Poetry
I’m missing out on autumn / Taking a break from the leaves / A pause on my emotions. But I know when the sun comes up / They’ll just come rolling in on their tandem bicycle.
3PM
Poetry
Here: 3PM / & lonely stinging nettle / gathers grossly at my ankles, taking them for a quick bath
A Body in a Borrowed Shirt
Poetry
I’m wearing a borrowed shirt / and I’ve stained it with a dish I call / “curry adjacent”
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Homebody
Video
"Solace" sounds better than "solitude", I think, and "rhythm" sounds better than "rut".
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A Piece for Past Lovers
Poetry
For every time I caught whisper of my past lover diminishing a complex connection down to a mistake, or the times I found myself reflecting and searching for a reason to despise, I found there was less love in my heart to give.
International Women's Day: Letters to Feminism
Poetry
Happy International Women's Day! Mia Boonen & Ella Crowley have both written letters to feminism - expressing their love for womanhood and their problems with the patriarchy
Legacy
Poetry
I feel selfish, knowing and feeling that my deepest desire is to leave behind a legacy
A Long Time
Poetry
You’re sitting atop buildings and looking out at sunsets and drinking beer and smoking. I’m on my front porch while it rains.
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The New Norm
Poetry
Smoke and haze / Dreams ablaze / Patiently waiting, for Death’s sweet gaze
prequel of dystopia
Audio
cold night, light rain, empty streets, thick smoke.
Chasing
Poetry
Don’t let the grave get you / Stay away
Ode to Hand-Me Down Clothes: It's Perfect
Poetry
It’s perfect. Almost too much space. No there’s never too much space.
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