#corrina bain

[buttonpoetry]

I cut my own strings. No one realized how that wounded me.

Corrina Bain, “Pinocchio”

[buttonpoetry]

He did not touch me, so I was not alive.

FROM THE VAULT! Corrina Bain - "Pinnochio" (Poetry Observed)

Corrina Bain, performing in a video from our collaboration with Poetry Observed. Want captions on all videos? Multilingual subtitles? A nationwide Button tour? Check us out on Patreon!

[emchy]

Getting ready to go be all girl with a guitar tonight for poets - woooooo poets! if you’re bay area come on out!

[portlandpoetry-blog]

Corrina Bain, Rachael Jensen, Lu Yim, and Julian Smuggles reading at the IPRC. January 2016 Portland, OR

[portlandpoetry-blog]

PORTLAND! Let's kick off the 2016 poetry season together at the IPRC next Saturday evening to celebrate Debridement - Corrina Bain with performances by Corrina Bain, Lucy Lee Yim, Rachael Jensen, and Julian Smuggles. Hosted by Robert Duncan Gray. 

[bostonpoetryslam]

I wanted to be a writer before I knew what a writer was or what writing could do.

Tonight’s Cantab feature is Worcester-gone-NYC teaching artist Corrina Bain! Here, he’s interviewed for Blotterature.

[aristotlemcdonald]

Views from Above

I tell my friend that I cannot stop writing about your mouth. That no matter the terror or war or issue I sit down to think about, your mouth is there, moments after. And my friend says that for him, (he is not in love with anyone) it is always the sky. When he wants to write something but the mind has fits of wandering or laziness instead of latching onto someone,        his mind goes up.

I try that, for a while. The difference between the sky out in the mountains velvet deep, with the stars’ hard nips of light, insisting and the sky in the city, a veneer. Gray sheet of newsprint with pinpricks, how the riot of earthbound light bleeds it dry. I think of depth and shallowness        and your mouth.

The way you looked at me when I put my hand into it. How it felt as though I could keep going, forever, into the sky with birds circling, their wings spread and trembling inside you. In your throat, which science would call a small, red aperture, I stumbled into a summer night. Stars heavy and silver, so close and humid it seemed they could be plucked. Qualities of light and permanence. Nothing that you see is really yours.

Map of the world from space at night, how dark are the poor countries. In our homeland, so many lights, how it looks like the sky, galaxies clotting heavy on the coasts other places nearly bald with darkness.

Messages we believe are hung there. Pictures of heroes and animals. Pictures of        monsters and brides.

[future-urban-collective-blog]

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