Category: Poetry
I saw the shift from spring to winter, and hoped for warmth to fill up my plate. Up ahead was a freezing December, but this time, I chose not to hide or hibernate. And in ...
Among the witches and the bones of skeletons, There is true horror in the false pretense. Of affection and love, Come spiders and bugs. On the darkest night, looking for the light, The fog creeped ...
A Poem Mother takes me downstairs to where the body lies,gangrenous, grotesque, splayed upon the table.She makes me look it in the eyes.There is blood on the floor, dried like rust upon the iron.An earthwork ...
While the beauty within her monstrous face shone from her hollow interiors, only she will remember the carving, gouging, and scooping out of orange flesh. A set of sharp tools to declare her as no ...
By Dani Ferebee An apple a day keeps the bad grades away It turns the clouds into a bright, sunny day I want good grades, you know my stance On the the statue named Monstrance ...
The greenery is so bright it’s yellow. Like the sunlight can’t make up its mind. On the clearest days, all that can be seen is gold. So pure in itself nothing that can taint its ...
A poem by Danielle Ferebee Pacing back and forward, a loud pounding in my head Sighing, crying, lying wide awake in my unmade bed The totality of a single moment, lasts an entire lifetime Page ...
A poem by Danielle Ferebee What should be delicious liquid gold Is crusty, solid, and bitterly cold The currency at which we trade our souls Buys us nothing of value, not even food over hot ...
In the name of progress… Family is only family in regards to cost-effective plans— On the various platforms like Netflix and Hulu , Family is no longer about who is sitting near you—At the dining ...
it seems an infinite back-and-forthwhere we leech off of her lifesince the moment of our birthwe cry out and plunge our knives we emerge from her weary wombto turn around and stab her throughwe look ...