Merry Christmas!

From all of us here at the Burnside Writers Collective, we wish you a very merry Christmas.

Our gift for you is this poem, which Ariele wrote.


muck & mire and possibility in the frowziest of places: cracked mud, straw. beasts for warmth, comfort to tie sense to earth. in the slow-wicked oily light, some hopespark shines--it is Word Alive. so Flesh&Bone&Blood uncurls, seeks air, emerging from the mortal-dark cocoon of flesh and blood and bone. He could not have been born without some trauma, tearing of soft girl tissue and tears. all this Joy in the revulsive spreadstretch of rent flesh. corporeal thrums, serums leaked and sticky. Love. oozy eel love. gutGod love to crawl across a heart and fall into applecarved, well-curved arms. arrived. and [O! hear!] the angels sing.

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