Lizzy Burnam 🐞

    • A conversation with time

      go on, let it happen— what? —the needle, the stars, the smoke you’re chasing. ‘chasing’ is…

    • Home remedies

      When all that’s changed is your mood, I have trouble believing you’ve swallowed the right pill.…

    • Wildstyle

      The art of love meets the art of war and a black hole forms from one…

    • Cento for the end of Spring

      How do I quell the place that built me?I ask this, who am myself the ruined…

    • Said the dummy to the ventriloquist

      Ain’t that the gimmick?There, the ventriloquist in her element, tooth-locked like a good egomaniac waiting to…

    • 3 lessons from the future

      First things first, you gotta know how to land. Learn to bend before you burst. You…

    • If I could give one piece of advice to young poets and writers, it’d be this

      Write about joy. Many artists have a tendency to fetishize negativity, because conflict is interesting and…

    • Heaven is a bird’s nest

      I remain convinced that heaven is a bird’s nest, braided grass and twine embedded sturdily in…

    • Obligations in love

      Don’t think about his addictions, or yours. Be flexible about the dog breed, the restaurant, and…

    • Atalaya Mountain

      Atalaya Mountain

      Just warm enoughfor the horny toads to go roasting; just cool enough for you, while the…

    • Ode to old ladies

      Old lady keeps a cookie tin full of buttons in the back of her car after…

    • A good memory is one trained to forget

      I once met a millwright in a basement-level cocktail bar in Omaha, Nebraska. The bartender offered…

    • 3 (a study)

      Three vertical wisps of smoke On the eastern mountain rangeThe midnight washerwomen At the water’s edgeOne…

    • The poet is a mirror

      Look—the poet can’t help but be a mirror, and the mirror can’t be anything but honest.…

    • 5 answers to the same question

      1.Because even the birds have their languageand they use it without hesitation,singing honest songs at pertinent…

    • Hell’s waltz

      The devil on my back Has seven pseudonyms His jackal hides his mask He cries an…

    • Edelweiss

      it’s the lonely peaks for me the points I return to when I’m muscled back into…

    • Hindsight

      Poor opossum, mouth shut tight like mimosas at dusk and a pinky-sized switchblade still stuck in…

    • Two solitudes

      All I wanna write about is you and your intense gaze, dark as a vanilla pod,…

    • The World Clown Association apologizes

      Vaudeville in all of its forms is poisonous and destructive. My bell-ringing at last night’s birthday…