Small, childish hands of a small, childish body. And its childish legs stood on the ledge of a grey, concrete obelisk. Big, adult clothing was hung around and hugged its body. Slithered its hands and small, childish fingers out of the long, snake-like sleeve with two needles. Threw one over the ledge and punctured the young meat of its finger with the other. In from one and out from the other end. Sew the fabric of reality into itself.
It inhaled the measured, sonic existence of the concrete forest. After its hand came out when it reached into its pocket, the weird, long, white, plastic strand of earphones was hanging from its fingers and small, cute nails.Continue reading “OUTSIDE WORLD – A Multimedia Art Project by Noise Weaver”
The following is a brand new poem written for The Meadow, my bdsm themed poetry collection about my time in the world of bdsm as a young woman. I wrote this piece as well as the Reader’s Guide I published below to enhance your pleasure and understanding of the text. Order your own Meadow at apeppublications.com.
Before you call yourself a womanchild,
you fly to New York City, college girl
costumed to be defiled, pigtailed, beguiled
before a bedtime story, too. A whirl-
wind trip in which he will present to you
Red, topsy-turvy, Riding Hood one night, Continue reading “Womannotated – Underneath”
consequences of masturbating in a haunted house
i: sit alone and naked making dead
eye contact with my reflection in the mirror opposite the bed
as my fingers shake split self there is: a crack a perfect
spiral the whole way round a bell jar on the mantelpiece
there is an [un] welcome visitation but by now
i: am luminous and insatiable
despite the radiator ticking i am cold nippled goose pimpled i am
shell pink and sluice phlegm on a milky and fearless tongue
there are pearls forming at the back of my throat
a bluish contortionist , i no longer know: where my body is
because i osmose spirit no limit to skin
dissipation left: a bad taste hiccups broken glass on sheets
instead of sweat and cunt
everything smells like
Continue reading “two poems and three collages by Blythe Zarozinia Aimson”
A sample page from Crow Carriage, an annotated poetic horror novel set in a Victorian English seaside village. This is the format of the Crow Carriage book, a sonnet with an expansive annotation that tells a story in prose below (the same format as my book Flutter available at my website and Twist In Time).
The Night The Crow Must Go Away
You lie beneath a dozen nightmares. Screams
careening down a crow-covered stair wake
you in the last second before the dream.
Hekate Take Me Home by Lotus Kozak
collage on paper Continue reading “Hekate Take Me Home, by Lotus Kozak”
A visual poem: Black (W)Hole Swallow by ReVerse Butcher & Kylie Supski
ReVerse Butcher is a multi-disciplinary artist with focuses in making unique artist’s books, collages, visual art, writing & performance. She will use any medium necessary to engage and subvert reality until it is less dull and oppressive. When she grows up she wants to be a well-read recluse.
Kylie Supski is a Polish-Australian poet, playwright, & spoken word artist. She is greatly concerned with using art as a method of speaking out about social, economic and political inequality. Many of Kylie’s poems discuss her experiences as a transgender woman. In 2016 she was the winner of the Melbourne Spoken Word Prize. Kylie is passionate about personal autonomy and exploring the beauty of being alive.