Tag Archives: Jodi MacArthur

Your dark is my poetry. Elven creatures scream in rhymes. They bleed in colors I cannot see. I think red. I see white. I am where you are.   Your poetry is my dark. It binds like chains. There is … Continue reading →

‘Welcome to the city of lost parents – we will take care!’ says the sign. “I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing. Will they really be happy here?” I ask.   We watch rabbits fester through torn tents. … Continue reading →