Lead You Home REBLOG

I hope you’ll visit Chris’s site and read the entire piece. Such vivid and interesting (and inspiring!) lines… And the octopus-arm streets Lead me here And lead me there But never take me far From this town Whose sea-serpent limbs wrap Themselves about ankles … Lead You Home ©Chris Nelson 2020

Saccharine

oh how you whispered sweet honeyed lies in my ear now you’ve left and you say: ‘girl, you’ll learn to love again’ let me swallow these sickly sweet saccharine pills candy-coated lips and sugar-crusted tongue belly full left unsatisfied wanting more because it’s something anything at all better than being empty tara caribou | ©2020 […]

Inside

You attempt to crawl inside my head Inside my head Inside my head You attempt But you don’t know me You think you do But I know better That you see what you want You see what I let you So you attempt to creep and slither To break and enter To place inside of […]

Vow of Silence

Silence surrounds me Smoke curling out my nostrils Inhaling your words Left me breathless No matter They are oxygen to my lungs Slipping my fingers lower I’ll write your name there Just like I’ll use my tongue To sign my name along your thighs There’s poetry written across your clavicle And beneath my breasts Hushed […]

Submissions OPEN – Dark Fiction Short Story Writers

Hello there short story writers! Want to be a part of an amazing anthology project and see your story published? Raw Earth Ink has opened submissions for this year’s short story collection: The Shadows of Blackout Island Here are the rules. Genre: dark fiction, dark humor, twisted subject matter. Not accepted: detailed horror, graphic rape, […]

The Poets Symphony AVAILABLE NOW

Raw Earth Ink proud to present (and super excited about): The Poets Symphony An anthology composed by thirty-one artists and poets. Inside you’ll find poems, lyrics, melodies, photography, paintings, digital art and more all inspired by MUSIC. I couldn’t be happier with this book. It’s gorgeous on the outside but it’s the inside bits that […]

The Awakening

First, the wind gently tugs then whips her hair, wisps slashing across her nose and cheeks. She stubbornly tucks the loose strands behind her ear in vain; she refuses to tie it up. It’s been far too long that she’s been tied up, knotted, wound tight for someone else’s expectations. Tonight, at least, she stands, […]