“Do you think they can see me?”
I ask myself.
Of course, they can.
They have two eyes and you’re right here.
Alive and breathing still.
Continue reading Disappearing.
The first two therapists I saw were both pastors. While living with my parents, it was hard to even convince my mom to let me see a therapist, so a person of the clergy with a psychology degree was a good compromise for them. Continue reading Sliding Scale
They march today
Carry signs above their heads
Ignore burning arms
Tap into fury and shout
Continue reading Next Steps
black doesn’t crack
but black does crack
i saw blacks do crack
in the 80s
the sickness passed down
to their babies
Continue reading BLACK DOES CRACK
The swirl of your tongue
Makes magic at the meeting of me.
Oceans of promise part
My chest rises and I am found
Artist: Ariana Vaeth
Continue reading Selected Works: Ariana Vaeth
Scrolling through Jeremiah Roundtree’s Instagram that has newly graced the social media platform, I immediately get the feeling that I am a voyeur of an extreme talent. The items selected for photography aren’t of things that outside of a normal person’s grasp or line of sight; however, the beauty that is captured in these ordinary things through Jeremiah’s Samsung phone and via editing makes me feel like I haven’t seeing the world exactly right.
Continue reading Photography: Sometimes it is Created
GENRE SPOKEN WORD CONTEST (Aug 21st – Sept 3rd)
Dillon Jensen was selected as a runner up for our Genre Spoken contest that was held from Aug 23rd – Sept 3rd
The topic that was selected for the contest was fear.
Enjoy his awesome entry and make sure to follow him on instagram! @dillonjensen
It started with him
calling her beautiful, sexy
admiring her body
telling her how she fulfilled his fantasy
and so she thought it was love
then he started the insults
to get her to lose weight
to get her to change and form into
what he wanted
foolish girl fell for it
because she didn’t want to hurt him
didn’t know how to stand up on her own
thought it all comes with being in love
he then took it a bit further
wanted her to check in with him throughout the day
but never told her a word about what he was doing
only messaged her when he felt like it
but was furious when she did the same
she still stuck
she thought it was in the name of love
he never listened to her ideas, her thoughts
told her to stop making him sound dumb
so she stopped, she didn’t want to mess it up
she thought it was all love
and slowly she gave in to
every abuse he threw at her
into every game he played with her
slowly she was no longer herself
she was a fool
she was in a foolish love
a fake love
a toxin that killed her soul
photography by @chadmadden