nneomackportrait of self.old portra film with corners melted to ash, flesh skinned from face to make a mask for someone else. meatless body hanging on clothesline…Apr 19, 20181Apr 19, 20181
nneomackfor my grandfather who can no longer speak,i often wonder what your laugh sounded like and what your eyes looked like when you cried. if you had flesh with a roaring appetite for…Sep 30, 2017Sep 30, 2017
nneomacki try to write soft poetry, small stanzas on white pages with room for the quiet of blank, maybe…i think of writing as worship, when i settle myself into a corner of the day and lay all my feelings at my feet, some stay painfully still…Apr 22, 2017Apr 22, 2017
nneomacksong for the deadit was a home for martyring children. the ones who rolled their sleeves a quarter of the way and held pain in their eyes for too long. it…Mar 31, 2017Mar 31, 2017
nneomacki fell out of love into a speeding car travelling to this place that burned bright yellow in the…how briefly does the body recover from tragedy?Feb 24, 2017Feb 24, 2017
nneomackclosely now, pay attention.what is your earliest memory? how many people do you think there are that love each other deeply but can’t be together? when you’re kind…Jan 2, 2017Jan 2, 2017
nneomackwe live in the small gap between silence and song and his voice moves me as warm milk pouring down…a game of eyes, a battle for the bait, a dance of fingers, skin touching skin, buttons snapping, hips thrusting, lips on lips on cool…Dec 11, 2016Dec 11, 2016
nneomackMy vulture goddess with kite string spine, you dangle on this old leash full of sorrow, your pain…My fortress of solitude, you wear these dreams like a warning sign. A notice to all audacious enough to penetrate your force fields…Dec 7, 2016Dec 7, 2016
nneomackwhat happens when all the doors slam shut and you’re left alone with the silence of yourself?at times like this when the noise dies down to a small shout and the pain comes beckoning, i think of a place like a river where we drift…Nov 28, 2016Nov 28, 2016
nneomackfor the boy i’m in love withmonday came like scalding hot tea, tuesday came like wind burnt necks and swollen feet, wednesday came like crippling anxiety with me…Nov 18, 2016Nov 18, 2016