a burgundy zine

Tag: poet

Falling Stars and Front Liners

Rip my heart out and ask me how it’s still beating,
Rip me in half and ask me how I’m still breathing,
You wouldn’t.

Continue Reading
Continue Reading

The Gardener

To love was to be reborn,
To be loved was to be baptized,
To bloom with all my thorns,
Even as I wilted before the gardener’s eyes,

Continue Reading
Continue Reading
Continue Reading

Springz Knocking by Mahik’s

Mahik’s delights us with a beautiful poem about spring, giving us something to look forward to in the winter months ahead.

Continue Reading
Continue Reading
Continue Reading
Continue Reading
Continue Reading