Log In

Shannon Barber

193 Readings | 1 Rating

By Her Own Hand

Once faced with my own reflection
Like narcissus I was enthralled
& drowned-
hands around my own throat.

Posted 09/08/14

One of my few autobiographical poems.

Recommended

(0)

437 views

The trance continued in which / the saying was exchanging positions, / over and over, with the said. / It was a summons, a shock into / a long and…

Leaps

Saif Alsaegh

(0)

283 views

The dream is still, / but the child is falling and slowly dying of sea cancer. // The Black man is wearing a red suit, his orange hat is laughing…

Ellenelizabeth Cernek-Kashk

(0)

304 views

According to the Gremlins // Hanging off my earlobes / I cannot get it posted today / According to the Mother / It is proclaimed that I am…

Bigfoot

(0)

156 views

It’s true // there are many / who live in a world / where every month is movember / they slip back and forth / between dimensions / on a…

More by Shannon Barber

(0)

109 views

My bitches Run a man madLikeWe got a secret languageSigils writIn eyebrows done upMasterful like frames for wise eyesEyeliner done up / Stabby…

(0)

105 views

I ain’t know sweetness / I remember / Honey hips / Salty lips / Body made delicious / With worship / And delight / With themselves / Skin like /…

The Writer. Age 43.

(0)

196 views

Can’t drop it low no mo.Booty don’t clapHormones actin a fool.My body singsSad songsWith painAndNew inability. And.....I ain’t tryin’ to hear…

Find Out

(0)

169 views

Fuck around and find out / About that vagina dentata / About that real big dick energy. / Fuck around and find out / How to catch these / Gay ass…

Comments (0)

© Ink Node, 2022 | Contact | About