Vegan Victuals: The Blog |
like hemlock
I want to believe that I am important to you and I seek indirect ways of ascertaining this. Often with much failure. Failure because my criteria exist only internally: involve counted paces, poems, quixotic declarations, movie-script endings. They ask a verbal response from a tacit inquiry. They’re rooted within a fertile mind and heart who’s [...]
Summer of George: Cringe Reading
Like most adolescent girls, my transition into womanhood, in all its tumult, is well-documented in journals, early zines and within the violent cross-hatch of hardbound sketchbooks. I took my writing very seriously as I did each individual emotion born of the marked confusion of this epoch. My 14 year-old mind, revelling in its new independence, [...]
Training Myself Not to Care
New York City is making me hostile. Given the close quarters and large population, I am forced into knowing, in many cases intimately, 8 million people a bit more that I want to. I am within their conversations, their breath. The elbow pokes on my ribcage, graze of arm hair, the volume of a hundred [...]
Cleopatra
I am used to being treated sonot having to don the awkwardweight of a jewel-crusted crownconvey to you my colorcutclaritysuccinctlydirecting your eyes to mineviolently grasping, ocular assailyou cross off my name in M.A.S.H.push me to a hidden placewhere i die, resurrect, diewrapped tightly in gauzeflattening my protrusions, my real partsmend to the parameters of your [...]
