Tag: muscles

• Story

  Each time I try to roast myself into a darker and richer gravity that drips into a story seeking to remove sensation from comfort like a lie wiggling truer than a big toe, I feel like a fan that’s blowing air out into itself through its behind, and being anything say-able careens more like a […]

  Chris Russell

  October 17, 2021

  Free Verse Poetry

  Autobiographical poems, big toe, chalk, fan, gravity, Illness/mental health poems, jerky, meditation poems, muscles, sky, story, throat