Poem — Endymion’s Fate (and R.Kelly’s too) — Éloa

My fingers were beaten grey and gold the same color of my bruises that you would prod at   You would feed them to me with spoonfuls of honeyed phrases they stung like a bee   I would get caught up in it My throat would stick closed   Eyes faintly drooped as if youContinue reading “Poem — Endymion’s Fate (and R.Kelly’s too) — Éloa”

Poem — peso — G. P. Montgomery

When did currency become stress? When did it begin to enslave our time, hearts, and minds? Was it the industrial revolution? Has techonology just given us all more time to stress about money? — Big shoutout to the poet G. P. Montgometry. — Peso. Dollar. Euro. Pound. Yen. — A weight that can liberate. OriginalContinue reading “Poem — peso — G. P. Montgomery”