Tara IvieThe Horror of SeeingI stand in a hallway washed in sickly amber light. A faint knock disturbs the hum of fluorescent bulbs. Behind me, a living room. Moonlight…Jul 21Jul 21
Tara IvieI Had a Jarring Change of PerspectiveUp the trail I take walking to work, there’s a little waterfall flowing into a littler pond. I’m sat facing the waterfall on the bench…Jul 10Jul 10
Tara IvieI Watched the Monitors as My Life Went ByAs I lie in my dark living room, my selection of vices for the night bathe in a sickly glow, lit by the sparkling respirations of my…Jul 8Jul 8
Tara IvieMy Visit to the Children of the VikingsFlight Through a brief crack in my doomscrolling trance, I see a red uniform by my chair. I flinch and whip my head up to attention…Jul 7Jul 7
Tara IvieI Am an ArtistMy body is my canvas that I paint each day. Every bump and blemish is character I cover or display.Jul 5Jul 5
Tara IvieCalling All OutcastsCome all ye who suffer. For ye are my people. Let us eat, drink, and be merry, For we are already dead.Jul 4Jul 4
