GUEST WRITER: PETER MOHAWKEY

I wrote this poem for a friend of mine, who’s a rape victim. She’s one of the strongest souls I know. Its weird. She rushes whenever there’s a guy, who shows any intention. She’s wondering why? In the pursuit of love, or a form of it? Cause she’s tired of looking in the mirror and…

Abandonment

last night in the middle of talking about our lives, my housemate asked me if i am capable of loving someone, anyone, wholly. abandoning myself fully to their “love”. note that this man has known me for over five years and his question was born out of him knowing me and the relationships i have…

Nursery Rhyme

the boy said to the moon,¬† “the beggar has a knife today” and the dog barked. and the cow jumped over the moon. and his mother fought with his dad again. and his little sister cried herself to sleep. and the monsters under his bed came to play cards again. and this time he won.¬†…