“Your winsome smile will be your sure protection.”
it was the thing that got me molested.
His was a
whole head smile. One paternally large mug.
His smile drew them in too.
He gave me
to keep a version of that smile,
couldn’t get enough of it – you would take chances at
Like the more permanent blot you left on me.
right factors of heat and pressure coal reveals the diamond.
"Fortune" is a poem that came out of a NY Writer's Coalition related writing workshop I'm doing that is both a literary workshop and a space for survivors of sexual abuse who want to explore themes of memory writing as a potential healing tool. This exercise, like other exercises we do, was 20 minutes of writing in response to (in this case) being given a fortune cookie and asked to open and write about the fortune inside. This text is exactly what came out of those 20 minutes with virtually no changes or additions; only some minor editing and correcting.
Tea and biscuits.
The kind of
understand the ritual pleasure
the way to her heart was through a filtered bag.
I turn my
adult nose up now
Matthew Lee Bain's poetry has appeared in The Missing Fez, Penny Dreadful, Haz Mat Review, Children, Churches, and Daddies, Experimental Forest, Nomad’s Choir, Matchbook, The Nocturnal Lyric, Scavenger’s Newsletter, and The Storyteller. His short fiction has been published in Happy, Art:Mag, Outer Darkness, Liquid Ohio, 2001 Killer Frog Contest (1st place in short story category), Dark Moon Rising, and a four-piece series in Black Petals Magazine. I am also currently a column writer for Circle Magazine.
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