20 6 / 2013
Earlier this week, I surprised myself by telling a self truth on someone else’s Facebook page. I didn’t hesitate, just wrote it out and there it was and then I clicked Submit and my truth was in the world.
And nothing happened.
It felt good, and I cried a little, because of the pain of the truth not the telling. It was cold and hard but it was mine so I told it. And I made it through. And now I’m a better person because less of me is hidden.
11 2 / 2013
"But they still cannot find a gender-neutral term for manhole cover. In a world where we can find a gender-neutral name for men who menstruate, they’re just not trying hard enough."
04 1 / 2013
“we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us”
—The Coming of Archy by Don Marquis
02 1 / 2013
You Are Not Christ
BY RICKEY LAURENTIIS
New Orleans, Louisiana
For the drowning, yes, there is always panic.
Or peace. Your body behaving finally by instinct
alone. Crossing out wonder. Crossing out
a need to know. You only feel you need to live.
That you deserve it. Even here. Even as your chest
fills with a strange new air, you will not ask
what this means. Like prey caught in the wolf’s teeth,
but you are not the lamb. You are what’s in the lamb
that keeps it kicking. Let it.
This poem first appeared in the Collagist.
Source: Poetry (November 2012).
23 10 / 2012
The rain drums down like red ants,
each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
and they cry out as they hit
as if their little legs were only
stitched on and their heads pasted.
And oh they bring to mind the grave,
so humble, so willing to be beat upon
with its awful lettering and
the body lying underneath
without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.
22 10 / 2012
I’m an ocean in a teaspoon
and I hope I don’t fall out. I’m held in
by salt and the benefit of the doubt.
But silver can tarnish and wear
right away, then you’re an ocean
with no shape to stay.
It’s salty and tired and fading.
I am salty and tired and fading.
20 7 / 2012
"…you want to live and you
want to love and you will
walk across any territory
and any darkness,
however fluid and however
dangerous, to take the
one hand you know
belongs in yours.”
The Truelove — David Whyte