Entries by Stella Bergsma
Stella Bergsma ‘Spit’
March 28, 2013 | posted in Contributors, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
‘Spit’ When sense is like a medieval chocolate with a golden wrapper in plastic bag that makes you wanna gag and shed blood shag, spill guts if nails pinch, pain stains, stink drains your brains and your smile rots inside your mouth makes its corners crawl digs in your cheeks breaks your face, cracks your[...]
Stella Bergsma ‘FUCKART’
March 12, 2013 | posted in Contributors, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
‘FUCKART’ Fuck the gifted let them roam outside with the moon on a stick trying to give head to a street light or find a window to lick let them need colours and eat grey let them die each night, hide each day fuck the gifted why bother with their fishy little faces their way[...]
Stella Bergsma ‘Construction’
September 2, 2012 | posted in Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
Construction No stone in my bone bone is where you’ve laid laid nothing you build build keeps me in solid solid construction the home home for the me me the concrete concrete that beats street street smack on the back meat meat eats me in towers towers the she she that guards guards cross bows[...]
Stella Bergsma ‘Near’
July 28, 2012 | posted in Contributors, Music, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
Near If there is anything at all that means anything at all it must be this. And if there is anyone at all that knows anyone at all it must be us If there is any life but this I mean any life but this it must be less. And if there is any thing[...]
Stella Bergsma ‘Bad Deeds’
May 17, 2012 | posted in Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
Bad deeds I bet you can pet my pet you know where it’s at I will hunt your head like the monster feed me scream me cry me bleed me if you answer I’ll cancel your cancer I’m getting all beastly till you squeeze and beat me I’m in heat and greedy let me get[...]
Stella Bergsma ‘Deathbed’
March 19, 2012 | posted in Contributors, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
Deathbed Could you consider masturbating a little less close to my sadness or postpone the whole orgasm until after the prayer I think your vagina looks kind of sinister today and you are attracting way too much attention with your cancer I want to compliment you on your deathbed though its really really pretty _
Stella’s on Crystal Meth
February 2, 2012 | posted in Contributors, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
Crystal Meth Here’s a windowpane dots in flight picture perfect pixel bright winter static falls behind worldwide world’s white. Here’s a room with a view tiptongueing the air pillowing your hair this crown of melting glass you wear cos they go down you go up in a fairy tale land very pale land. Here’s a[...]
Stella is so in love…
January 14, 2012 | posted in Contributors, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
Make face Weary eyes Bedroom eyes Look to the side of the look inside Can’t seem to shake the gaze at my own face I’m so in love Do you see what I see All those imperfections in close up close to my reflections Just a skin away The layer around my obsessions Do you[...]
Stella’s Pussy…
November 29, 2011 | posted in Contributors, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | 2 Comments
Pussy It’s spicy nice like pecan pie it oozes cool like booze in school it’s damp and juicy fleshy, fruity licorice salted raw like sushi it bends and folds itself inside it heaves and holds rides like the tide it’s moving, singing, sucking, humming it’s where you came from and where you come in it’s[...]
No Peace for Stella
November 14, 2011 | posted in Contributors, Poetry | by Stella Bergsma | Leave a comment
You don’t get to RIP rest plugs your ears gainst a storm that still blows pulls your hair feels your clothes there is no rest meditation sleeps out loud while everybody shouts your name dreamed silence that doesn’t sleep itself and tells you that there is no silence peace is the stuff that pries your[...]
