aumaine asked: CUE INSTANT EXCITEMENT ABOUT GETTING TO READ YOUR WORDS! *jumps up and downs and spins around!*
spoonsaslegs asked: I FOUND YOU! FINALLY! So excited to read your work and see all of the beautiful things that you post, loved one!
In 3rd grade, I fell in love.
(a message to a boy who loves boys, from a girl who loves boys who love boys) You know, I remember a time when you wore a guitar earring in your right ear and if someone compared our style, I may have been dubbed the better dressed. We were best friends and when we sat on the wooden logs surrounding the Stillman School playground, we’d talk as 9 year-old grown-ups about abstractions like...
Like you, I fare well in buildings abandoned – endure with out feeding. I subsist in mattress seams, box springs – each step coughing flesh and infesting nests, robust bundles resisting genocide. Like you, traumatic vein insemination bleeds red, the budding blood of Sunday bells beating hand-to-hand prayer- pleas on itching skin: pierce-shoot-release. Reflect. Bleed. Like...
Your Art is NOT Frivolous →
Read on, artists.