Lizzy Burnam 🐞

    • Vines on brick buildings

      Everyone loves the tired charm of those abandoned warehouse buildings, tired as a donkey worked to…

    • Timeline of reasons I forgot to check my phone

      a crowded beach, 3; a small wink of affection, 12; wading in the seance of myself,…

    • Dirge for executive function

      The envelopes, unopened still: a hill too great to conquer. It’s not a matter of Free…

    • Boundaries

      I’ve nothing to say Even haikus are strenuous Giving brain a break

    • Sedona

      On rainy days I close my eyes and wake up in Sedona on a small mountain…

    • Love poem for a dying aloe vera plant

      we loved you through the long cold December we tried tried to keep you warm ran…

    • Agoraphobe with a webcam

      but you can’t shake my pride ! she says. an audience of everyone sends clap emojis…

    • (My)self

      One of the first poems we’re taught to writeis the “I Am” poem. It’s supposed to…

    • Today I learned that Nikola Tesla fell in love with a pigeon

      She was the light of his life: one of thousands, a pigeon pure-white as a lightning…

    • Glory

      Can’t nobody holdmy handnow. I aman arrowaimed at the appleof the earth. I’m a drop of…

    • Being bigger

      In the morning I circle the house, openingall the blinds. If the sun’s out, I step…

    • The lilac tree

      On a Spring morning when I was 5 years old, I sat on the couch with…

    • The ABCs of corporate survival

      always be concealing ur colossal heart & diverting from ur dumbass dreams. everyone knows rhyme &…

    • Justine

      A girl I used to knowhad a high, soft voice, gentle as the yellow glow of…

    • Some days the ghost is quiet

      Some days the ghost is quiet and I think the end will start. No rattling, no…

    • Free time

      I had a good day: I spent the morningin a bagel shop with plants crawling up…

    • On beauty

      I want to be uglyas a bramble thornor an eagle’s neston a telephone pole

    • Advice from aunty Liz

      Nothing’s nonsense All’s absurd Letters god sentInk’s all burred Love is slowly Life don’t last You…

    • manifeast

      my mantra chant: I am / who are I wetly plant a shooting star this love…

    • Easter in Seattle

      Drunk on mimosas Dear god, teach me how to love Wet socks and oysters