Rhythm & Bones
Rhythm & Bones
August 15, 2019
BY DEATH, SHE LIVES
a feature by Jenna Vélez
and we watched Midsommar and saw ourselves in romantic isolation
and you hold my hand like a dying thing
that could be caressed to life
your breath is a sparkling pink
and i have known to love you today
and it feels like the so...
June 18, 2019
By Death, She Lives
a monthly column by Jenna Vélez
TW: sexual assault/rape; miscarriage
a lesson in firsts
Jenna Vélez
you were my first
boyfriend (n): a regular male companion with whom one has a romantic or sexual relationship
and i let you see me when my skin was cold in...
May 7, 2019
By Death, She Lives
by Jenna Vélez
flesh written
My skin lays my stories out
Like an aged map soaking in
Influence and fading afflictions
My skin births feathers to pluck out and
Dance with arms shaking to a church of drums
My skin holds ancestor whispers in red rushes
They a...
February 13, 2019
By Death, She Lives
a monthly feature by
Jenna Vélez
pupil
The devil taught me
How to add and subtract
Chanting numbers in my head
While the children of the night
Bleached my skin with their songs
The devil showed me how to spell
While his spawn cut off my braids
Like run-on...
January 21, 2019
By Death, She Lives
Jenna Vélez
I was born in a blood moon
Coughed up like vampire pearl
The smell of burnt skin
The char of women
Wise beyond their tears
Formed me by mortar and pestle
I emerged in the firelight
We dance and die by
Yet the water ebbs and flows
In...