Category Archives: Poetry
Sleep
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks Sometimes I dream of burning metal, an aneurism smelling stains, staining smells into the nostrils of my nightmares, places daydreams go to visit, rare to return. This is a place speckled blue and bright, dark … Continue reading →
Romance of the Typewriter
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks There’s something so elegant about the typewriter. It’s clicks clacking, paper reeling, disappearing, reappearing with stamps, our words tattooed onto white skin. I miss the pleasure of punching keys; the tragedy of mistakes, the beauty … Continue reading →
Filed under Fact and Fiction, Poetry, Ramblings, Stories
Tagged as chelsea marie hicks, ink, love, objects, paper tattooed, poetry, rambling, romance of the typewriter, typewriters, writing
Electric Guitar Car Crash
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks Nails lengthening in accordance with lunar waxing, I ply strings to create booms and vibrations, to tingle toes and tongues, a tidal wave of hot sound comes crashing, feeling less like water, more like the … Continue reading →
Breathing. Clouds. Space Bodies
This is a piece of found poetry that I stitched together from one of my student’s reading assignments at school. On the ground I spotted an essay cut up into three sections, one on breathing, another on clouds and the … Continue reading →
Tagged as breathing, clouds, floating, found poetry, poetry, space bodies, writing
Searching For Salt and Finding the Bearded Woman
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks I sought the taste of neon in the morning, its glow an apparent absence only present in the irises of night crawlers dripping pale, waiting for the sun. I searched my skin for treasure troves … Continue reading →
Tightrope Walking Along Ventricle Strings
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks My functioning organ, a hot gallery of chaotic rope lines crisscrossing, ever tense in their taut, there I feel the lead to you tug and despite my faulty resistance, I catch myself t i p … Continue reading →
Behaviors Consequence
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks Ravage the flower, soft petals radiating a glow traveled over light years, and witness what it means to be enamored as the universe sits back and stares–its gaze explosive and timeless. Nature tells its derogatory … Continue reading →
A Receptacle For Relics
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks My body is a reliquary, its bones my rigid relics about which lay memories, scattered in particles like the ashes of dust and salt, thrown over shoulders.
Tagged as dust and salt, memories, poetry, reliquary, the body, what is human, what we are, writing
Nightmares
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks Wash awake the sharp chill of the night and in the sun’s tempting light, take shelter from the horrors marinating in your mind. Like the tide running towards deeper waters, heed the warning in the … Continue reading →
Salt Line(s)
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks Salt lines lips hardly tasted, the sodium resting for a suitor seeking flavors savory and rarely sweet.
