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The painting was done in acrylics on a windowpane scrounged from a dumpster at Wesleyan. A naked girl cowered in a corner, a church, the pews made of razors covered in crusts of real blood, the last one coming at her. Outlines of her naked form and the church window were scraped, etched by fingernail to look like stained glass. Left in a cemetery as a gift to the dead, stolen by a supposed friend-- it was never given a proper funeral, paid respects, until now. Goodbye is in the tossing of petals. --Renee Elizabeth

IT'S ALL HAPPENING!!!  C E Hoffman’s debut collection,  Sluts and Whores , will be published via Thurston Howl Publications!  We want you to join us for feminist fun, all through the safety and comfort of your own home!  What: Book Party! When: February 13, 2021, 7- 10 PM (MST); 9- 11 PM (EST)  Where:  https://us02web.zoom.us/j/84552695462   Cost: FREE!  FB event:  https://fb.me/e/6KsfU5LfX Free e-tickets here:  https://www.eventbrite.com/e/sluts-and-whores-book-party-tickets-132709685241   C E Hoffman’s Teespring store:  https://teespring.com/stores/my-store-cehoffman We can’t wait to see you! 

I got a call from you from Brisbane It was very late where you were or very early You said you went to get fried chicken and the waitress reminded you of me I could smell the alcohol down the phone You nearly said it I know you nearly said it I need to hang up before I say something stupid My blood was pounding in my ears Say it  Say it Say it It went quiet the line went dead The gentle hiss of snakes around your ankles I used to wonder what was the difference between love and lust Because every inch of you made me collapse inside like a cliff edge I kissed you as the sun came up on the beach I tried not to and then I stopped trying I felt like I was in a film I had a boyfriend who was very kind but didn’t make me feel reckless I think about the word shatter You were sat on that bike in sunglasses a cigarette and a bad attitude You told me you’d spent a night in a cell before  You said you’d never met a bird like me before At the time I thought that was ...

I never thought it would happen to me In this invited way A night spreading out like any other A night with open arms With awkward conversation and questions and whisky You asked if you could kiss me And later you held my hand I hope you break both your knuckles  I lit candles and dimmed the lights and put on my favourite Bowie record Lay down on my pink sheets Red silk underwear My body a bouquet Where was the moon when I needed her? Why weren’t there foxes screaming bloody murder outside? Why wasn’t my gut doing anything at all? I thought I knew all of my feelings by that point  I thought I had felt it all The full spectrum from red right through to blue That it couldn’t happen to me in this way  Because I would always want it And I always wanted it I used to keep a list of all the boys I had slept with  I don’t think I can add you to it After you lay there your hands behind your head Itching for your clothes, for the door  I felt strange My hands felt small a...

  It’s all happening!!! Visceral Uterus’ editor C E Hoffman is celebrating the release of their short story collection, Sluts and Whores, published via Thurston Howl Publications.  We’d love you to join the (virtual) party!  There will be games, readings, performers, and a book giveaway, all to be enjoyed through the safety and comfort of your own home on Zoom! Save the date ( February 13, 2021! ) and stay tuned for more info!  Download Zoom here  (It's free!) Buy C's quote posters  here  !  Keep creating! Lots of love  C 

new plans r underw(ay/eight) so here’s my worth -less say if i have 2 live & die as a pig I want 2 make sure a pig can hop on a train drop its ass right next to a unicorn ’s especially if i can feel the fairy princess still inside me glittering her flitterwings against my spinesucked belly  lying in grass gazing deep into the Pond of (I/U)nsight coaxing baby bunnies out from stagefright to pinklight i can do it all if i just clutch through the daynight the hope i never feel the fairy princess still inside me --Clarice Hare

Halloween’s here! ie:   Lucky Girl’s NEW SINGLE, Arm Candy, is OUT NOW!  And it merits backstory.  I refrain from divulging intimately on the internet. In this instance, honesty is worth sacrificing some discretion.  Halloween is about shadow. Embracing, accepting, even celebrating it (within reason.) It brings scars to light. This song reveals qualities I try to hide: my clinginess, neediness, my inability to let go. A side most typically induced via entanglement with narcissists.  I hope this song will comfort those who struggle to exit toxic situations. As for those who made it through: consider it our power anthem (particularly the third verse.)  It’s best we all stay home this Halloween. May this song accompany your cozy indoor ventures! Gratuitous thanks to TC, an awe-inspiring producer/musician. (All instrumental and cover design credit goes to you!) Thanks to Lauren at Chatters for the rockstar hair, and to Candy Candy, for supplying the candy neck...

Today, I learned that forever is the dirtiest word. It's a lie we tell to children; Santa, Bunny, Forever. The dreamer in me took her last breath; wanting to believe in the storybook, but seeing only poison apples and bloody spindles splattered on the chapters in my brain. It was a pretty lie, forever, thinking you could be that missing piece, the only one whose edges fit perfectly into that groove. But, you never were.  Someone else's trash, can get shoved right in, sitting there,  the final pebble to really take you down.  The things that make you feel worthless, cementing that you always were, just a jagged piece, not worth loving, not worth honesty, not worth much. And, maybe you've always seen it, blurred indications, ignored, stacking up in your heart, weighing it down. I am a learner, but I didn't know a heart could break twice. I didn't know friends slithered in the grass; I didn't expect two knives; I didn't know it was all a test. Everyone's fa...