Silly Goose
Your voice tickles my brain and brings a sparkle to my happy eyes. I honk out a laugh as you giggle beside me, infectious and mundane....
A first-generation queer Latine poet who writes about the intersectional aspects of their personal life, identity, and mental health
Your voice tickles my brain and brings a sparkle to my happy eyes. I honk out a laugh as you giggle beside me, infectious and mundane....
An artist is God in the studio creating all forms of content. Pouring heart, soul, and rib into a product of art which falls into the...
A little girl bounding through the woods of the southern countryside runs home to her sweet guardians as her girlish pigtails bounce with...
Fascists are roaches, bottom feeders roaming the big cities, where they don't belong, spreading their filth and multiplying unseen,...
Feelings break down over time leading to the degradation of my worth in your eyes – until I am but an ant crushed beneath your violent ...
How much of myself do I have to remove before I become true? How quickly can I achieve perfection? I chisel away at my figure like a...
What if my mental health was a landscape? A cliff in the desert, dry and crumbling as jagged sand falls off the edge of the precipice...
A trap door of opinions lays hidden under heavy rusted handles, flaking and creaking under the weight of their pompous superiority,...
Born on a cold January morning, before the soft sun’s rise on a New Year’s Day, wailed the love of my life. They grew with each changing...
I sat up on the floor made of dense clouds, admiring the midnight sky shining purple and silver. A golden halo before me illuminating the...
You're not dead yet. Remember what that means; It is the reminder of your untapped potential to actually live the fullest and happiest...
A young maiden lay surrounded by hyacinth, and wildflowers stretched across the evergreen field. Underneath the eternal blue sky with...
A waterfall of tears cascade down, giant salt bombs pour onto my paper bib, clipped around my neck and covered in bloody drool. This...
My face an open display of every emotion I’ve ever felt. My features lose their poker face or feigned equivalence in my honesty. Lying is...
Heavy rain falls in the tropics of lusciously green and surprisingly warm South America as my relatives sweat through dances passed down...
Sparkling holiday lights shine in the eyes of communal shoppers, looking for the perfect gift this multicultural season of materialistic...
Stone eyelids rise slowly to reveal bloodshot corneas agonizing over and over again to remain open. To make it out of bed this time...
When renovating a home one could simply paint over the mistakes of the past rather than scrape away the mottled paint or rotten caulk...
Delicate images form in the brain like suppressed memories from a past life feeling so tangible in the grip of your wit, but slip away in...
And so the Devil spoke scripture for he once believed in God and fell from the garden, holy light broken to crescent horns. His words...