Posts Tagged: almost poem
Made
I was 11 when the boys clustered around me at lunch, calling names: skank, hoser, slut, scumbag, stupid butt-ugg bitch. I don’t recall why they hated me, only their sneering baby faces and those skinny chests puffed up with imaginary
Made
I was 11 when the boys clustered around me at lunch, calling names: skank, hoser, slut, scumbag, stupid butt-ugg bitch. I don’t recall why they hated me, only their sneering baby faces and those skinny chests puffed up with imaginary
bird watching
bird watching by Anna Fonté The word observation can mean both attention and devotion, as if watching is both a scientific and a spiritual practice, as if there were a fascial connection between eye, heart, and beyond. I see some
bird watching
bird watching by Anna Fonté The word observation can mean both attention and devotion, as if watching is both a scientific and a spiritual practice, as if there were a fascial connection between eye, heart, and beyond. I see some
