There is a secret at the back of my throat a black tulip that won’t swallow the ash of memories I was you see, a girl of damage and plums you could see the embers beneath my eyes like eighties makeup and Adam Ant I was no prince charming but the girl who played theContinue reading This girl is all I am – Candice Louisa Daquin
We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault, Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay and Art is in the best seller #1 position for Poetry Anthologies and the #1 New Release in Women’s Poetry on Amazon! Please, if you have not yet purchased a copy, consider doing so forContinue reading We Will Not Be Silenced – Launch Tomorrow!
I talk to myself, no more, no less, than anybody else I’m sure. I apply makeup in the morning for the people in my imagination. In regards to my first confession, this probably makes less sense. What I mean is, without it I’m invisible to all things in fantasy and reality; so, I wearContinue reading Confessions – Kristiana Reed
Whispers penetrate flesh walls, secrets resound like a melody within the temple of mind. A church choir of boys sing Latin, a tongue they never understood, yet made beautiful in spite. An angelic host of innocence, perched in perfect rows; perverse men licking dry lips conduct harmony, as chorus echoes in rounds confined byContinue reading Preyed
Jesus said, “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea” (Matthew 18:6). Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be the nameless & unnamed GiveContinue reading Guest Post: A Prayer for Pennsylvania/Marissa Glover
Elephants in the arena, drowning out the stories as we all hear them, stomping on the flowerbed scenery they’ve built around your garden of rot, and without a second thought, sold the world a wilting centerpiece (Nicholas Gagnier) I And His Daughter Prayed for Her She didn’t really know why She prayed she’d not meetContinue reading Testify! – A Collaboration
I’m walking home holding my house key pointing down, between two fingers. A weapon because the sun has set the street lamps are on and I’m a twenty four year old woman. I’m wearing boots jeans and a hoodie but wonder if the flesh on my palms will be cause for a judge toContinue reading Running Home – Kristiana Reed