by Samantha Wallen | Sep 29, 2016 | On Writing, Poems
I woke up to her today–the inner asylum, the cage where I hide my sacred rage at all the ways I have learned to keep myself small. It is the place I used to run to when I was a kid and got too big for the world and mistook my differences for wrong. In there, I...
by Samantha Wallen | Sep 27, 2016 | On Writing, Poems
Each time there is a crack and something breaks in, there is a gush of aliveness. I cry for what I’ve been missing and didn’t even know was gone. I am working in the subtle layers, the aspects of my subconscious mind stream that aren’t so clear, perceptible, in my...
by Samantha Wallen | Jun 9, 2016 | Poems
i want to unhinge myself unzip my skin step out of the placid waters–the dark lake harboring wakes of emotion gone under this looks like screaming out in the kitchen over dinner and dishes “I love this fucking song” it’s been so long...
by Samantha Wallen | Nov 26, 2013 | Poems
throat the sound of the word throat reaches my ears, plays my body as if I just discovered a new species of bird named for its bulging belly and the column of song arising from it throat breaks in my membrane shatters my imperceptible ambivalence to the present...
by Samantha Wallen | Nov 26, 2013 | Poems
I see the moon in the dark hours shining from the fold of the night ink I see the moon in the light hours lodged in blue like a new nickel dropped in sand Each day the moon sinks deeper down and in disappears for a time in the complete shadow then...
