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Every Movie is Watchable: Joker

“Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?” Life comes atcha fast, or: sorry I vanished, because life is chaos when you’ve got three jobs and you’re still trying to be creative and make your own shit. However, we’re not here for excuses: we’re here for movie reviews, and there’s no movie riper for review right now than Joker, DC’s second contribution to the world of live-action comic book movies here in…

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New Tattoo Alert!

If you have ever met me, then you know how loud I am, and how talkative, and how exuberant. I have been this way my entire life; also for my entire life, I have had people telling me to be quiet, to calm down, to fuck off. I’m finally saying fuck that. Recently, I’ve been reflecting on how many people just don’t want to hear strong, passionate people speak. I’ve internalized that mentality, and every…

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When She Saw What She Had Done: The Ballad of Lizzie Borden (2019)

WHEN SHE SAW WHAT SHE HAD DONE is a series of narrative poems detailing Lizzie Borden’s life, her spiral into madness, the murder of her father and stepmother, and her life after the murders. In a collection of thirty-five poems, subtitled THE BALLAD OF LIZZIE BORDEN, Nicole Mello cleverly and vividly tells the story of a young woman whose life falls apart around her head and whose idea of a deep, true love is a…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/30: “death-dealer”

sweet songbird on earth, lyre in hand— put your faith in the gods, boy, you are beautiful and beloved to them and they would not see your music end. play your mourning song for the world, let humans weep and trees splinter in your wake, as you leave your sun-father behind to visit uncle and aunt in burning shadow. trust in your wife, child, for she loves you, snake-bite, shade-step, and all, you were happy…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/29: “dawn”

hey, baby, put your hand in mine; we used to be such scared children, but here we are together, we’ve made it, look how we’ve grown. i will keep you safe here, no matter the cost, be it my life; you are my life, after all this, here, at the end of the world. you smell so sweet, even now, roses and frost underneath smoke and blood, and i could spend hours holding you while…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/28: “a page, turned”

sit here on the porch with me. darling, i have something to tell you. the stars are brighter than ever before. i think tonight is an unusual night. what makes it unusual? the light in your eyes is brighter than all stars. you are like a moon. the moon’s light is a reflection of the sun. then you are a sun, and i am a moon. that’s never been true. sit, sit here. i’m feeling…

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National Poetry Writing Month, 2019 Poetry

4/27: “fresher”

the sweet fields and highway drives through long meadows and middle prairies, crackling radio and chorus of crickets, blazing sun and blast of wind through open windows. east coast becomes midwest becomes olympia, washington forest and south to california orange groves, desert, canyons, rivers, plantations, deep into the bayou, rural and filled with light. in the protected lands, there are stars, galaxies, currents of cosmic color, lying on your back in the dirt in a…

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