Articles by Meghan Tennison
dead little girls
dead little girls
by Kate LaDew
little girl running the sound is stunning, thick hair
shunning, deadheat light sunning
the concrete sheets in slanted seams of dry knife
pleat beams
rerun, …
carry on with your shirt off
carry on with your shirt off
by Meghan Tennison
One Glorious Day, groveling in my fault line,
inert laziness found me panning for gold in
city dumpsters with pet rats & half-cigarettes.
Offered advice, “Wanna …
you’re so beautiful, even the people you disrespect love you anyway.
you’re so beautiful, even the people you disrespect love you anyway.
by Meghan Tennison
oh dear
my jaw is acting up, it’s so excited to
speak with you
i love burrowing to the heart of …
giddiness handcuffs my willpower.
giddiness handcuffs my willpower.
by Meghan Tennison
i’m your stumbling sidewalk litter
on the wrong side of the road
tripping over dead lawns
crashing through frozen mud
fooled by glazed eyes
beautiful distraction
ravenous burden
coveting forgotten insight
overfeeding limitations
assuming …
inventing problems: what will happen next?
inventing problems: what will happen next?
by Meghan Tennison
weight lifted & thrown
over & across, beyond & past
weak knees
you know that feeling you get when you
walk into a room that you can’t
back …
it should be acceptable
it should be acceptable
by meghan tennison
it should be acceptable to hand affection to everyone. i enjoy
cleansing my friends with massages while conversing.
why be particular and money-fearing?
to never taste debt
erase …
today, something will happen.
today, something will happen.
by meghan tennison
i want to perform
a good deed
i want to acknowledge
“good morning!”
the presence of others,
drag the angels back to earth.
these are tough times
staring into our reflections
greasy tea …
war is obsolete.
war is obsolete.
by meghan tennison
this beach dying my blood inspires
silenced audience, absent eyes.
cackling shakes my fear of facing your
torn, brown and white buildings.
my own structure is too stressed out to
babysit its …
the disposal of glamor
the disposal of glamor
by meghan tennison
we tuned up our body clocks
to purple meadows and bumble bees
your graveyard was warmer than my hands
it was a fun boat ride; the ladders creaked …
grated painted galloping carton of bodies.
grated painted galloping carton of bodies.
by meghan tennison
this brand new and improved vaseline lipstick gently treats you like
the thinnest of baby skin;a bottled genuine form of sympathy,
listenhearabsorb you’ll be forced …
untitled
untitled
by meghan tennison
do you feel the electricity, transferring from your body to mine, running through the tunnels in our chests, roaring like a million different trains? do you think if …
a small head sound
a small head sound
by meghan tennison
blockage, swollen
community sickness
stovetop gasoline aggravates argument bubble
a chore to draw movements
freedom for the liquid yellows who watch
the letters
sccramblingg in vomit tidal waves
contradiction reality mixture = …
corporate roof song
corporate roof song
by meghan tennison
climbing the roof of your lifelong home
they’re still there
every food you’ve ever welcomed to your machinery:
dead and located in-between the spaces
that air cannot feel for,
they watch …
can’t look – look,
can’t look – look,
by meghan tennison
the calendar makes me bite on my burns
that have no creator, says my memory,
and the more i ignore time,
the less i do with myself
besides walk
away …
no Xs over everyday heart-break action
no Xs over everyday heart-break action
By Meghan Tennison
when you offer your animal
an open mouth to
climb on in!
[ right claw
left heel
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]
diced meat too.]
but they refuse
and drop-thump
on the linoleum to make
your face:
.sad…
grab …
you’re stupid. holes are burned into your brain forever.
you’re stupid. holes are burned into your brain forever.
By Meghan Tennison
“you’re in a wrong place,”
you said to me
i don’t think i’m going to fall in that hole, i’m sorry, but …
untitled as “my kitchen”
untitled as “my kitchen”
By Meghan Tennison
1. icecream container full of rotten lettuce and oranges
2. mildew-supported sink with thawing porkchops sitting on its toothpaste-stained tub
3. rat that is blood-glued down …
I’m Not Comforting You, Either
I’m Not Comforting You, Either
By Meghan Tennison
we’re sorry, but
your favourite hiding place has been bombed
just like the streets
in the morning
you have to live
all over again
as if you’re the
rusty swing of …
coocoo chair
coocoo chair
By Meghan Tennison
She and I are sitting at a public coffee table. There are no bugs on this table, but I imagine there once being a whole school of …
