What if in the afterlife there is no wifi and all we can do is talk to each other about how much we miss everybody?
Kayla Wheeler,Ā āAt Least, a Long Winter,ā published in Black Heart Magazine (via bostonpoetryslam)
RMH
we're not kids anymore.
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todays bird
Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
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What if in the afterlife there is no wifi and all we can do is talk to each other about how much we miss everybody?
Kayla Wheeler,Ā āAt Least, a Long Winter,ā published in Black Heart Magazine (via bostonpoetryslam)
A portrait of us fucking called Woman as Disappearing Act. The secret behind this trick is that I donāt feel anything. Go ahead, try it. Slip a white rabbit in and pull whatever / you want out.
Kayla Wheeler,Ā āThen, Later On,ā published in Nailed Magazine (via bostonpoetryslam)
Bit down my fingernails I had painted a color I thought you might like gripping your cock. Sweet Daisy to be exact. Thought about life then thought about waiting it out, bled until I didnāt inside a pink room with stained carpets & retail landscapes on the wall. Out the window, a winter where what comes next is also winter, your trench coat hanging off my arms. Look ā no hands. A portrait of us fucking called Woman as Disappearing Act. The secret behind this trick is that I donāt feel anything. Go ahead, try it. Slip a white rabbit in and pull whatever / you want out.
Then, Later On by Kayla Wheeler in Nailed Magazine as part of a poetry suite (via tracydimond)
It apparently takes four researchers and a new study of 487 men to confirm what radical feminists have always said- men masturbate to sadism against women and then act it out on yet more women: āWe argue pornography creates a sexual script that then guides sexual experiences. To test this, we surveyed 487 college men (ages 18-29 years) in the United States to compare their rate of pornography use with sexual preferences and concerns. Results showed the more pornography a man watches, the more likely he was to use it during sex, request particular pornographic sex acts of his partner, deliberately conjure images of pornography during sex to maintain arousal, and have concerns over his own sexual performance and body image. Further, higher pornography use was negatively associated with enjoying sexually intimate behaviors with a partner. We conclude that pornography provides a powerful heuristic model which is implicated in menās expectations and behaviors during sexual encounters.ā http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/25466233 Pornography is violence against women- the intersection of white male supremacist capitalism. Letās dismantle it. http://womensliberationfront.org/ Image: Feminist protest of āDeep Throatā, starring Linda Boreman as āLinda Lovelaceā. Linda would later go public with the abuse she suffered at the hands of her husband Chuck Traynor, which pushed her into the film. Linda became an anti-pornography activist.
canāt stop reading Ana Carreteās 'Baby Babe'.Ā
i have a new poem in the April issue of The Harpoon Review!Ā
This is the year you begin. Slip into the sweet mud. Get dirty. Stay dirty. There is nothing to forgive.
Jeremy Radin, āPipe Organ Owl Mansion,ā from Slow Dance With Sasquatch (via bostonpoetryslam)
things to call people you HATE
easy bake oven
expired coupon
spam email
wet sock
squeaky grocery cart
inconvenient fire drill
cold bowl of soup
itchy sweater
unnecessary movie sequel
overdraft bank fee
crying baby on a plane
wobbly table
sun glare when Iām driving just before sunset and I have to put my sun visor down because I forgot my sunglasses but Iām still really uncomfortable and itās just a big hassle all around
billy
Kate Durbin, āno panties.ā
Through literature, scholarship, and digital curation, Los Angeles-based artist and writer Kate Durbin examines how identity is created online.Ā Of particular interest to Durbin are the communities right here on Tumblr, where users tailor constellations of images and content to wear like bespoke suits.Ā
Clad herself in custom-made overalls to promote her new book E! Entertainment, a collection of stories and poems based on reality TV transcripts, Durbin curates three videos that toy with the relationship between popular culture and digital media.
Through a banned David Hasselhoff Carlās Jr. commercial, Lady Gaga reenactment, and footage of a crazy night for Britney Spears and the paparazzi, Durbin reveals the āimpossibility and absurdityā of pretending celebrities are just like us.
YouTube Curated By - Kate Durbin - MOCAtv
Marilyn Monroe dancing with Truman Capote, New York, 1955
My poem, āLana Del Rey Intervenes When She Notices Iāve Stopped Writing About My Exā was just published over at Rattle! If you listen to the audio recording, you can hear my little impression of Lana too.
The first time somebody called me
a slut, I was not present. I was somewhere wet
being a mermaid. I was busy with black magic,
being burned alive for the sound of my voice
in a sailorās conch ear. I was the conch,
an island delicacy. I heard you fuck with your eyes
open, I heard you...
POEMS: Kayla Wheeler
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