Member since September 9, 2014 | 249 Readings |
A Toronto-based alchemist who creates art and words from the crushed horns of rainbow unicorns and the stolen tears of lost Yetis, Carrie Cutforth is a foul-mouthed saucy minx, a salty dog, and a shifty-eyed grifter. Her kids call her ‘Mumsy’.
Weather Alerts for Spring
Sometimes ice melts // it’s easy to forget that it does // during the broad trunk of winter // / after all the fuss it made, blustering / in like…
Low Bearing Fruit
I have a vision of you / eating a bouquet of / peach blossoms // / in a bright garden, / hunched over a / wrought iron table // / your…
WORDS SHAVED BALD
And instead of grapes, he’d peel words / capacious, voluptuous and velvet, feeding them / to her by hand, plopping them / one at a time into /…
Subscribed by Carrie Cutforth
I don’t love you like this Not like A creature I want To hold Precious And tight. I love you like This Like how I love flowers And hate How they…
Don’t think of me / If / My name be bitter. / Don’t speak of me / If / The words are sand / Don’t see me / If / My face be haunting / Think of me…
To Be Healed
Dena Rash Guzman
sometimes, under the rain is light / no common cloud can defeat / // we drink beer with the old boys / while deer shift gears / // in the…
A Diss Track to my Body
This- / Trifling ass / Hurting ass / Malfunctioning ass / Limping ass / No sleeping ass / Twitching ass / Constipated ass / Wack ass / Bitch ass /…
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