Audrey Larkin
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I'm a young arts professional who is finally sharing some of the poetry and prose I've written while working through grief and self reflection. Sometimes poetry is the easiest form to translate neurodivergent nuances. Why not use it?
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Mourning Routine
Demons live beneath my bed, their dry-rot fingers snatching half formed phrases tumbling from my mouth like snores. Taking half-finished files away before I revise them, to share with goblin cousins living behind bedroom mirrors and sliding closet doors; who snicker at mismatched socks and colors, “Don’t mix black with brown,” they say. As the demons sneak under bed skirts and around clothes hampers to steal interview answers and sketched out canvases stacked in corners, popped like chips into stretched wide lips and black hole gullets to join half-digested research rabbit holes and midnight story scribbles.
By Audrey Larkin5 years ago in Poets
Bloodied Nose
Tequila is a bad idea. That is not say Tequila is not fun. Nothing stops a night of Drunk Shakespeare, not even Sierra somehow acquiring food poisoning, abruptly stopping the salt lick hands and biting of limes. We stumble to the bathroom and I keep her sweat darkened locks from touching porcelain. The trip prompts our quick cash out and a slurred call to the cab company, who sends a speedy street bee to Shakespeare’s Den. We stumble out of chipped red doors, across rain-dampened sidewalks, trying to catch the evasive banana peel handle.
By Audrey Larkin5 years ago in Humans
