Beautiful – Lennix

My body is speaking to me The tongues of my skin Speak languages that do not reach my mouth. Whisper sweet nothings, to which I can not reply, the words caught in Linguistic purgatory Trying to translate beautiful a noun, a possessive word beautiful, The word is stuck in the spit of man as he…

Edge Petal Burn: The Chaotic Depth Of Olivia West

(Photo by Kit Castagne) Despite art being open to endless interpretation, I feel fiercely protective over the way Edge Petal Burn’s Glass Cannon is received by people. I am anxious about the mainstream’s habit of putting finality and forgiveness on narratives involving trauma against marginalized people, without the consent of the artist who was traumatized…