Woman II and Impressionist with Synesthesia
Light clinging to my teeth, the pulleys in my cheeks playing tug of war relentlessly, wondering if the noise of…
Author: Chelsea Blakely
The Life of a Grape
A glass cloud is your new mask: Inhaling the sweet fumes you drift, sailing on sweet melting laughing intoxicated loving…
A Poem by Chelsea Blakely
If you do not understand the number 86 as a verb, you've probably never worked in food service. If an…