Dragon You prefer me bound and gagged by your bed where women should be where they belong Wrist against wrist, knees on the floor You are content with the sight of me The utter silence of me Like a child who puts blocks into holes You’ve pegged me good, you’ve pegged me whole But the… Read More My Poetry: Dragon by Isabelle Hernandez

Red Lipped Liar She speaks about grief as if she knows it intimately, like a lover, deep in the sheets bare skin brushing against heat She claims she know its intimacies The way it combs its hair The way it prefers its coffee She holds a hand up, smoking a cigarette wearing red lipstick she… Read More My Poetry: Red Lipped Liar by Isabelle Hernandez

Fifteen Let me tell you about fifteen year old me This is naked me talking Talking shit, maybe talking shit Maybe saying the rawest truth my tongue can say She, that girl, a little plumper than the rest A little shyer than the most A little uncertain but full of hope She, of the twisted… Read More My Poetry: Fifteen by Isabelle Hernandez

He Calls Me Mi Amor Oh, pero when he’s a liar, you can always tell He’ll say mami, mamita, mi amor But your name is something he don’t know He uses compliments, butter on warm bread And it’s up to you if you let him melt His beard is perfectly trimmed because he likes himself… Read More My Poetry: He Calls Me Mi Amor by Isabelle Hernandez

I think I’ll start posting some of my poetry and short fiction here once in a while, when I’m kinda happy with the final product. Me, The Doll You Forgot I let rivers carry your voice down its bank And my fingers are empty like my bed And the stabbing, burning, coal-filled heat Under the… Read More My Poetry: Me, The Doll You Forgot by Isabelle Hernandez