This blog has existed for three years now, and to celebrate, here are three previously unpublished works from my most recent collection of poetry. The title of this collection is The Digging Hymns, and much like my first collection (Slump) it is unpublished, unfinished, and really just a snapshot of my writing from the age of 22 forward. If either my bodies of unloved work had to have themes, Slump is all about melodrama, angst, and being a fucking wanker. The Digging Hymns is, if anything, just more pretentious. Enjoy, and thanks for spending time with us.
Where were your thoughts
That spring evening under a pomegranate tree,
My nose striving to push through your pale chest
For one whiff of your golden apple heart?
From the hood of the prius
The chaos looks small.
The windshield doesn’t smash in,
The air is metallic, Continue reading
Applicable title, and sometimes I’m just a little Emo thirteen-year old girl.
Did you know emo was still a thing? I thought that scene died a long time ago, much to their own applause followed by instant chagrin at having become hipsters.