May 2012
3 posts
TERROR MAGAZINE: Art + Entertainment | Are We... →
terrormagazine:
By Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory When I was growing up, bullying happened and that was the end of it. If you reached senior year of high school without having your body image steamrolled, your social habits nitpicked, or some part of your body assaulted, you were one of a lucky few. Surviving it…
TERROR MAGAZINE: Art + Entertainment | Girls in... →
terrormagazine:
By Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory
Whether you were first introduced to street art through Banksy’s un-documentary Exit Through the Gift Shop, nineteen-eighties hip-hop cult classics like Beat Street, the early artistic forays of Jean-Michel Basquiat, or random explorations of the walls in…
April 2012
2 posts
1 tag
even in the most trying of moments
i am a lucky, lucky girl.
(3/30) - truth
i would forgive you in a second
if only my body could
remember how.
March 2012
5 posts
"The Human Brain Gets a New Map" (via Wired) →
“If you and I had some drums
And some horns and some horses
If we had some hats...”
– Sandol Stoddard Warburg
Brooklyn, We Go Hard: Presentation Party Night... →
Awesome mini-blogumentary about the March 2012 edition of Presentation Party Night NYC, a think-tank-turned-party where I was invited to present on indie publishing. Check it out!
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
1 post
"Love is" in i79 of Short Fast & Deadly
Check it out here.
November 2011
4 posts
"Black Holes for Beginners" on the Serotonin... →
Brand-new poem. These ones are few and far between, so check it out now!
New Poem by Michelle Denise Jackson. Act Like You... →
borderlinepoetry:
Hera’s Vows to Zeus, On Their Wedding Day
On the day when my breath becomes an ailing furnace and my skeleton is the ramshackle remnant of this massacre we call living, I hope you will still see me as I am today, a girl on a mountaintop in a white dress jumping from an…
Read this poem. →
borderlinepoetry:
The Prayers of Bullets After Annelyse Gelman Forgive us our velocity, the way we can only love inside out— our piety has always been clumsy. But we still remember creation— The day you tore us from the sky, and we marveled at the thunder you had placed in our throats. This…
September 2011
4 posts
playingtheboard asked: Hi. I am the original writer! =) Just finished it today! You can absolutely publish it! I would be more than thrilled! =)))) Thanks so much!
3 tags
Armed with every precious failure: The Sound of... →
can someone point me in the direction of the original writer? i would love to publish this.
playingtheboard:
Sometimes it is a bang. A thunder clap inside the heart—an earthquake. An idea so strong it spasms, ripples through the body like the body is a blue-moon rock-kissed lake. It might be a shotgun blast. A buckshot boom goose-bumping its way outwards, towards feet and…
4 tags
3 tags
August 2011
2 posts
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to...”
– (via heyheyisley)
love.
Borderline: CONTEST ALERT! →
borderlinepoetry:
Borderline has big news!
In honor of our upcoming 1-Year Anniversary in September, we are putting out a special ”Best of Borderline” issue- our first-ever PRINT edition, featuring the most prolific voices to grace our magazine this year, as indicated by readers, editors, and contributing poets,…
oddballsdontbounce:
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July 2011
36 posts
MEGAN FALLEY [ON ICE!]: IF YOU REALLY LOVE A... →
meganfalley:
“How vain it is to sit down to write
when you have not stood up to live”
- Henry David Thoreau.
Everyone wants to give a writer the perfect notebook. Over the years I’ve acquired stacks: One is leather, a rope of Rapunzel’s hair braids its spine. Another, tree-friendly,…
givesmehope:
I was on the bus, and a 5yr.
Old girl was cutting out hearts and I asked why.
She said, “I’m cutting out hearts to give to all the boys so they can break these hearts instead of mine.
” then she handed me a heart and said, “here, I don’t want you heart broken.
” her LGMH.
“Ink makes us beautiful.”
– Calliope Nerve’s motto & my new favorite mantra
“Talk to strangers
when the family fails and friends lead you astray
when...”
– Saul Williams
“Truth has a way of keeping its secrets public.”
– Arielle John
“Children of the night: only some will star the sky and only believers in death...”
– Saul Williams, “Tao of Now”
“i am my own silver lining, working myself into gold.
i am twenty-two years old...”
– Mindy Nettifee (from “Before I Knew the Price”)
NEW POEM: "If You Want It To Be Easy" Calliope... →
If You Want It To Be Easy
Don’t shuttershock light back into quarks. Don’t have staring contests with the man on the moon reducing him to a high-school nerd of an asteroid fumbling all over undiscovered space and sky until he crashes into adolescent galaxies with all the debonair of a prepubescent black hole. Don’t challenge the stars to cross their eyes when they don’t have any. The next time...
Even the Astronauts
sydmalicious:
…are calling NASA’s shuttle program “a magnificent failure.” So maybe what we’ve learned from this is how to die too gracefully. How to stare at the sky and see Sputnik, see ourselves, see ourselves on fire like stars and understand: despite the way we glow, at this kind of distance, there’s a decent probability we have already burned out.
“No matter how careful you are,there’s going to be the sense you missed...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
“You are a souvenir shop where he goes to remember how much people miss him when...”
– Sierra DeMulder, “On Watching Someone You Love Love Somebody Else”
first new poem in a while.
Note to Self after Jon Sands You haven’t earned the right to break. Get yourself together. Note to the man who broke me: get the fuck out of my poems. Note to my poems as of late: you smell too much like sunrise to be a rude awakening. Note to awakenings: you look better on Virginia Woolf. Note to Virginia Woolf: scientists have officially proven the existence of death by heartbreak. ...