Poems from Arden Ashley

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A Pacific Northwest writer and visual artist attending Washington State University.
Frida my inspiration you and me both always falling for ugly and cruel men who don't deserve us, but at least the cold rising wind is still...
If a corpse skeleton   skin pulled tight over varnished white marionettes    injected and reanimated with botulin bacterium    entombed and...
this is a poem, just to say i am in the place where  today is tomorrow already   the ground sways only when i wish it to   the blood still...
Hey mister boy with the bad hair straw blonde and frayed like old bandaids, thin pencil lines of shaking flaking lips,   And your bleached...
All the worms and flowers in the belly of a tiny bird on the back headwinds of the Andes mountain range   could not feed me like you have.

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