The Bogeyman
Cassandra heard the panic threaded through her name as though it was ripped from her brother’s throat. She [...]
Trish Nichol
Creative in every Sense of the Word
Cassandra heard the panic threaded through her name as though it was ripped from her brother’s throat. She [...]
It might seem as though I did not succeed in my mission of 30 poems from 30 decks [...]
I adore the madness of the moon. I adore the blame she gets for all the folly we [...]
Everything starts somewhere, and at some point you find yourself standing at a distance from where you were [...]
There are days when I want to sell or give away everything I own. I think about Maude, [...]
I've always been in such a hurry to go. There were so many places to see, and so [...]
So, everything you wanted Was it what you wanted? Now that you're here, and have what you'd asked [...]
This was going to be a poem about judging myself, and all the times I said something mean [...]
For all I bitch about burden, mine is pretty light. But not necessarily less Is what I'm coming [...]
I like to think I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have time for your bullshit. Even more [...]