I I die every hour, watching you conform to all the ideals you were never meant for. You were never meant for… If only you would fall between my lines. I write to you honestly, my messy love, before midnight. I love you truly, complicated heart. You beat against your cage— rage against the cageContinue reading “I Die Every Hour/Within Irises”
I heard her troubled murmurs tangled with the soft gravel of a man’s voice; his name was Not My Dad, and he was dancing with my mom in the too bright kitchen, down the hall. Their shadows came in waves, crashing into the darkness beneath my bedroom door. They’d just finished fucking, out in hisContinue reading “I Stopped Praying (from Heavy Mental)”
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Heavy Mental Kindra M. Austin Reviewed by Candice Louisa Daquin So, here’s how you know something blows your mind. You’re not feeling it. You’re not feeling poetry, writing, literature, people publishing books, publishing, none of it. You are drained. You’ve read and edited and reviewed so much that you’re spent. A good person asks youContinue reading “A Beautifully Epic Review of Heavy Mental Written By the Glorious Candice Louisa Daquin”
“Two new lungs inflate within my beaten chest. I watch the rise and fall; my eyes are like an infant’s, opened for the first time, and I want to see.” Kindra M. Austin, The Rise and Fall “You don’t like what these eyes reflect, and I’m the one who disintegrates.” Kindra M. Austin, Disintegration “TheContinue reading “Heavy Mental: an advanced review from Nicole Lyons, author of The Lithium Chronicles Vol. I & II”
Lungs of disparities breathe in unison gusts. I am disproportionate, Speak my voices of dissidence in devilish tongues. I am the sick in my own mouth of madness, and Cold to the bone. I am the moonfaced ghoul that lives beneath the firmament And above ground, too— Hell won’t even host me. Because I’m disproportionate,Continue reading “Cold to the Bone”
His tongue tastes like saliva and cherry Skoal. When he wants to fuck, he asks if I’m in the mood; is that respect or indolence? Why should I care? His irises are two oceans alight with bursts of butter yellow sun; a pair of pupils are black holes I navigate. I love him, and IContinue reading “A Love Poem”
I want to be the light at the very beginning, when shadows steal away, but still remain in waiting. I want to be the dawn of man, beneath the sun, and in the sand. I want to be the first taste of blood, firstContinue reading “All the Beginnings of Everything”