An Open Letter to the Abled Bodied Reader
This feeling is our home We, the ones whose bodies screeched under us Mornings, nights, and daybreaks From halcyon childhood playground memories On the pediatric…
Author: Sophie Clark
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Proper Victorian Plaything
I am a porcelain doll Tied up In corset laces Bound up tight Delicately painted lips That can’t open My surface is cold to the…
Printed on 100% Recycled Paper
A couple stories up Off pavement the color of slush of a storm a few days past The sky melts into it She can barely…
Apples and Cinnamon
Growing up, I always felt like the clouds were no more than a day away. Soon, I would reach just a little higher, and I…
Backpack Stars
The trees in that hidden courtyard had no leaves that day. There was space underneath for others who stayed inside, but we were sitting at…
Artificial Garden
I found for myself a metal bench, painted like wood, a good place to clean my wounds and lace up my shoes while watching you.…