Liz Cultivates | L.M. Fern

Category: poetry

  • [Insert Pinocchio voice here] “I’m a real boy!”

    Well folks, as of today, I am a published writer! The lovely folks over at Burningword Literary Journal have seen fit to give two of my poems a home in their July 1 issue. I literally squealed when I opened the email. Part of my excitement comes from the fact…

  • Poem: I Haven’t Slept in Days

    I wrote this poem a few months ago and I don’t know what to do with it. So I will leave it here for now. I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN DAYS It is the kind of winter where hands bleed from proximity to the radiator, positioned at ten and two as…

  • Ambiguous title

    One day, a bird flew inside my rib cage.It thumped and jumped and whirreduntil I knew it was dead.And the sad, sweet sorrow sang inside my stomachuntil all I could feel was the breezebeneath my heart where my rib cage used to be.