Michele McDannold's Blog, page 8

Xmas shopping list: Free Hugs, check twice.

today i consider my xmas list arrange the words in my head that will explain why i have no gifts that will explain why instead i’m printing up pages worrying over cover art regretting that last latte i didn’t need wondering why i had to go so far and beg for gas money wondering why…

walk in your shoes, boy.

you bought them they are all so pretty and waiting just for you Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for…

novelty

game over why can’t we just be friends? why can’t i just continue to put my penis in you? why can’t you exist in a sphere with no emotions? why can’t you just be my mommy? why can’t you just take it, hard? harder? why can’t you just let me take care of you? why…

Macha

for Dev word for word all of the waters on a thursday night there are legs not at all shaky and an attitude sways like hips in a rock n roll desert scene Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE…

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i could be as surprised as you are but i doubt it

west coast notebook entry #7 (i do not remember who cole is fyi) it shouldn’t fuck me up that way my knee just hurts you people are goddamned weird waking up and we almost. why are you still messaging me? act like a tortured person i was just being polite was all the activity–are we…

west coast notebook entry #6

when you need to sit in a dark theatre, crying by yourself, with others you notice it’s an everyday thing you notice it’s a three times a day thing you notice that our last dollars were maybe more important than all those other dollars you notice that the kid behind the counter, this one anyway…

how to pull a curtain, no hands

alternatively, closure when there is nothing left to say when the smell goes to afterbirth when the song turns to shudder when the bags pack themselves & make a run for it in the middle of the night that chapter is called goodbye Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful…

another layer of understanding

he thought she might be the devil &she hoped maybe he was/ would be for those times necessary only to take her apart from the ties that bind push her farther onto the edges where everything drips indigo blue.. i know it doesn’t make any sense but that was the color of her dreams now…

the basics of the superstition

breaking light bulbs 2 at a time something lost       something found how to unbecome protect your magic claws anti-theft planet (at the end of the rabbit hole)              poised when the road ends here this is where i’ll be putting things where they belong unraveling extension cords sweeping under the rug Michele McDannold is the author…