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a digital poetry journal launched in April '22 We love the upside-down view and the fact that some art can only happen in the dark. pinholepoetry.ca
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Michael Russell shares his poem ‘he wanted something beautiful’ today, along with some thoughts on artistic success, what he’s inspired by, and some advice he received that changed the way he looks at his own work. Thanks for this thoughtful interview Michael! pinholepoetry.ca/an-interview...

The poetry world as a system is incredibly guarded and gatekept while also feeling like some kind of Hunger Games-esque Casino. Realizing this helped me redefine my expectations of success. Am I being authentic to myself and my voice? Am I writing the things ! Want? Need? Am I refusing to hide? These are the questions I ask when I concern myself with artistic success.
he wanted something beautiful when the therapist asks u to close ur eyes & imagine ur safe place, u don't know why u travel back to the basement. forearms cut against broken laminate, head slung under the desk's guillotine, chopped by mildew & flood water, nose rubbed raw with wet gym socks. maybe-it's the milky halo squashed into the ceiling. maybe. the dead centipede bent like a spine, legs sprawled & radiating. maybe? this branch of mould crawling up the drywall? reaching for a photograph, cherry blossoms! robbed pink, ur face, sliced in basement dark, u remember ur boyfriend wanted something beautiful skin cells congregate in gutters between floorboards sweet as blackberry seeds the dust a field with photos of him & u imagine his fingers sprouting through concrete bird-nested in clay his fingers stretch towards ur rust bucket chest untouched since autumn when leaves fell like mustard & crimson
paint chips o! how many times u rolled wet in the grey unwashed sheet ur lips dried cherry blossoms in every breath he took a seed grains of skin like stars caught in a mason jar mouth the explosion everywhere a poem brown wrapping paper blue ribbon taped in the center the gift of his teeth Sinking into ur lower lip u remember he wanted something beautiful then vanished in morning darkness this branch of mould the withering cherry blossoms
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a digital poetry journal launched in April '22 We love the upside-down view and the fact that some art can only happen in the dark. pinholepoetry.ca
198 followers170 following118 posts
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