Lizzy Burnam 🐞

    • A sing-a-long for precocious children

      pinecones float rocks go plopspiders squish under socks birds will sing trees grow roots nature’s things…

    • She who makes a beast of herself

      If I had a daughterI would teach her that they only burn the witch and not…

    • Only one reader matters

      And it’s you, my hagfished phantom floating in your bubble room. I lick the corners of…

    • Rules

      first yer daddy then yer mom play the creditstil they’re done eat yer veggiesgo to school…

    • How to pretend

      Wash your hair every morning Even when you don’t think you need to Wash it every…

    • Journal snippets 2020-2021

      don’t pocket so serious or window too slow fly birdfully curious til hammers the stone cuz…

    • On loneliness

      Here’s what they don’t tell you about poetry: every poem is about loneliness. Even poems about…

    • Some poems hurt to write

      The wailing woman who dredges the lake with a broken branch looking for the body of…

    • Ode to blueberries

      Whoever named you didn’t know you like I do. They didn’t know the green you keep…

    • Peek a boo

      Finally found me(Here I am) Found my Lizzy In the sand She was buried By mistake…

    • As tender as the full pink moon

      To think—everything I’ve learned by nowand still what I wantmore than anything is to carry my…

    • A polemic against poetry

      Why do you play these games with yourself? Talk right. Listen with your whole body. You…

    • My phone recognizes my face

      my phone knows the blue hollow under my eyes the freckle on the tip of my…

    • I C U

      can’t stop poeminghard as tried lonely roaming til I diedcan’t give better less I got sent…

    • So far, or an inventory of human experience

      I’ve stolen whole bags of apples out of compost bins. I’ve eaten around the bruises. I’ve…

    • Ars poetica

      When writing a poem, the words are not the most important thing. Don’t look at them.…

    • here’re some things I seen today

      here’re some things I seen today I seen them on the streetsI rambled round the morning…

    • As stuck as ever

      I only imagine Sisyphus bored. It’s raining again. It’ll rain all week, the weatherman says. I…

    • The Unspoken Thing

      The Unspoken Thing sits cross-legged in a field of dry grassweeping dandelionseeds with every gust of…

    • A silly little deficit of self

      holy hole and wholesome demand without supply whistles blown so fiercesome to make the pennies fly…