Impressions
by Slavena Salve Nissan Intersections Intersections as far as the eye can see Buildings bricks spires Gothic Revival Art Deco Cracks in the sidewalk Sunshine… Read More »Impressions
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My Body
by Slavena Salve Nissan My body is not a temple. She won’t be covered up. She is not to be worshiped for her purity or… Read More »My Body
Hands #6
by Slavena Salve Nissan Calm hands on a violent body. A pulsating, bubbling hot body. An exploding body. My violent body in your cool hands.… Read More »Hands #6
Hands #5
by Slavena Salve Nissan Swollen joints. Cracks over my knuckles. An old scar, jagged and thick, runs down one palm. My hands. Sometimes, I cry… Read More »Hands #5
Hands #3
by Slavena Salve Nissan If we were somehow separated for many years, and if I became an old blind woman, I would pick out my… Read More »Hands #3
Hands #2
by Slavena Salve Nissan It’s dark all around us. Sweat exhaust shouting. Dirty wet grit. Things rush past us, colliding with us. Sometimes, I lose… Read More »Hands #2
