Member since September 9, 2014 | 239 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 will never regret the secrets I have kept. // Sometimes, though, they escape as a hiss. / // / The secrets I have kept belong to him as…
space pours wisdom into my brassiere
Dena Rash Guzman
Space pours wisdom into my brassiere / // into flesh, ears, onto my face, that pretty thing. / I’m full of space. I don’t live in time. / I…
Mine was the body / The victim / The evil / Of being / Of thighs / That rub / That jiggle / That hide the / Evilest / Eye. / Theirs / …
I Jones like / I'm dope sick / Sweating / Shitting / Like / Nothing is really / Cause I can't get right / Cause ain't / …
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