Fumbling around in the dark Fighting faceless monsters Collecting scars like badges That tells stories of repeated lessons Or flawless victories Desperately trying to find light To be able to see what battles are ahead The pressure of wanting to be seen, heard and understood Without trails and obstacles in place Building character by learning…
Tag: art
God
The innocent me Seeks divine intelligence To express myself
Roses are red, water is cleansing
She walked along the riverbank Heart drenched with sorrow Eyes searching for a savior Mind wandering through flashing life memories She wore white for this occasion As if she were arriving for a baptism Only she was preparing for her ending She was over it This thing called the human experience The more she thought…
My truth, your truth, whose truth?
The truth will set you free or hold others in captivity. Hear me out. We journey through life experiencing all of these beautiful lessons. I say beautiful because each experience is a lesson that leads to our expansion. That growth and expansion could be mental, emotional, physical, and/or spiritual. Nonetheless, growth is beautiful to experience,…
Event Announcement + Four Poems
Before the final poems that I’ll be posting in my tenure as the Racine Writer-in-Residence, I want to say thank you to all the readers who have visited over the past six months. I would also like to invite everyone to attend the Open Mic & Performance Showcase I’ll be hosting as my community project…
Faustian Sentences p. 3
we put together
thoughts
like good TV
to pull quick
against a profile
of guilt at
every detail
Guide to Art, Remedios Varo et al., Painting vs. Sculpture Including Spiders, An Overton Window
Welcome to this week’s “zine.” by Mark M As you can plainly see above, my artistic abilities peaked at about age 11, if not sooner. This is an illustration of what may happen if you start heartily laughing with the unswallowed liquid of the beverage you are drinking still in your mouth. ———=——— I did…
The Transverberation of Frida Kahlo
by Jessie Lynn McMains Woman with dark hair full of flowers. Woman wrapped in thorns and vines. Woman draped in bangles, necklaces, earrings of jade and silver. Woman with magenta lips; with eyebrow perched above her knowing eyes like a blackbird, singing. Woman surrounded by dogs, monkeys, deer. Chicana. Communist. Rebel. I don’t give a…
Let’s Be Bad
by Jessie Lynn McMains Sometimes, I want to do bad things. This is not a confession of nefarious plots or dirty thoughts. Maybe I should rephrase it. Sometimes, I want to allow myself to be bad at things. I want to let myself make crappy stuff. I want to let myself just make the absolute…
Why Bother? (we set out to change the world & ended up just changing ourselves)
by Jessie Lynn McMains There’s a scene towards the end of the film Velvet Goldmine, when Curt Wild (Ewan McGregor) says to Arthur Stuart (Christian Bale): “We set out to change the world, and ended up just changing ourselves.” “What’s wrong with that?” Arthur asks. “Nothing,” Curt replies, “If you don’t look at the world.”…
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