by fennadmin | Apr 2, 2018 | Artists, Elena Bianco, Poets
These days I explode all over the ones I love An Italian wood burning fire stove sourdough hand rolled mess Fresh and spread, for the satisfaction of the tip of a tongue and sleepless nights rolling around in bed. These days I catch myself writing for my unborn...
by fennadmin | Apr 2, 2018 | Artists, Elena Bianco, Poets
Our eyes admitted the day With a sigh. We had too much to dream last night.
by fennadmin | Apr 2, 2018 | Artists, Elena Bianco, Poets
It was X’s birthday And I was hurting. Dear morning spit spitter I see you, and your blue eyes A freezing burn Scalding of the skin. Spit spit spitter Better a slap or a kick Than the spit That flew out of your face and down My neck Hot spit like spice Crashing in...
by fennadmin | Mar 31, 2018 | Artists, Kat Sinclair, Poets
Not having written in a while the hand pants “it hurts to make you heard” so in Winter I reduce their hours; let them sleep in; moisturise and refrain from biting at the skin around my nailbeds. I wear gloves. Spirit level barred there is no way of making sure the...
by fennadmin | Mar 31, 2018 | Artists, Kat Sinclair
Beyond the obvious self and other, he and she, fuck and fucked there is a subtler membrane. No excuses: there is no need for microscopes to see this osmosis, it’s clear as day, rolling off my tongue, no biological slip-through-the-gaps. I am forcing it out. Met with...
by fennadmin | Mar 31, 2018 | Artists, Kat Sinclair, Poets
Shapeless red sack dress and river into which my colours ran last time I ever saw my grandfather take a cigarette and miss those collectible cards my whole family cried save me and Dad who rolled eyes and I who had just learned criteria for a proper Gothic...
