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when social justice, concert photography, and writing collide. a poem by mary harrigan
“words bursting our of my chest like hand grenades through the rib cage…”

when social justice, concert photography, and writing collide. a poem by mary harrigan
“words bursting our of my chest like hand grenades through the rib cage…”

how to do anything but act. speak, give. protect. march. organize against enemies within and to the republic we will stand

Hey you. Yeah, you. Person on the internet. It’s hard out here. I mean that sincerely. Read those words again. Feel them, roll the sound around in your mouth, feel… Read More »Might Post This on the Internet Later

a poem for the twenty one pilots album clancy

I’m still here.

Death didn’t look how I imagined he would.

Nine dragons perched on nine towers, chained.

A clockwork heart sat abandoned, missing its gears.

Silhouetted against the darkening horizon, a hand reaches.

A fairy tale meet cute in less than 150 words