My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Cat and I squeeze through a break in the fence; sun hangs high in the sky- the only witness to our crime. we pick daisies, eat berries, sit in a field of tall grass on old man Trumbeto's property. bold black lettered signs, with the occasional red for dramatic effect, are nailed - to intimidate …
I stood in sand let the cold sea water wash over my feet an ache in my chest rushas images of you and me danced above bitter sweet looking beyond the jetty I could see sailboats bending to the wind and as seagulls fly by I am envious of their freedomswhile musings the absenceof a …
We walked over the bridge together Symbolic We held hands I could feel the pulse In-sync There were posters banners Handwritten messages The sentiment One and the same The drum beat Kept us unitedAllies Shared around the countryEvery cityEvery communityEvery state#OurBodyOurChoice#BansOffOurBodiesI thought about my grandmother, JennieSuffragetteI thought about my mother, DorothyCivil RightsMy sister, Jenny myself …
To be the object of his full attentionHis affection as if time stands still And she blind to the blessings And privilege he has bestowed Upon her a mere female women The delicate sex - fragile and witless Her strength he is convinced he holds In the palms of his hands He is fixated by …
It's the turning of a key in a lock already broken The shattering of windows blown out glass Family photographs and baby dolls Blood seeps between the cracks of linoleum floors Layers of life like the traditional honey cakeReminders of how fragile independence can beLingering to the east a sentiment to destroy Off in the distance …
I live in a little one dimensional upper income coastal town in lower Connecticut. From my second floor bedroom window...sitting high above the wires and tree line, I can look out onto the Saugatuck River that feeds into the Long Island Sound that feeds into the Atlantic Ocean. Life to some, outside of this quaint …
Red white and blue Shimmering lights flash Sound blaring local news International twist Internal grind gnawing away At our sense of humanity We may have lost the battle - but we have not lost the war There is always time to shift gears Focus on and revise the plan From head to heart And heart …
We may be of A different blood line We are sister friends Of a similar kind And as far as Fuck ups go On a scale Of one to ten We are an odd Yet profound eleven ...and while you Laugh at me We both know I bring a smile To your mouth And nothing …
Listen to the crimson rattle! Death calls... Feel the labyrinth shake! Earth moves... Is it love pounding at the hearts door? Or could it be the bubbling of skin so thick that no one dare come close enough nor get under it? Embrace the roll that comes when notes and vibrations soar to hidden places …
Trilby Yates 