Category Archives: poetry

I can’t rhyme.

low season

the tourist fucked her through the low season then skipped out on love and rent. © listentothebabe

low season

the tourist fucked her through the low season then skipped out on love and rent. © listentothebabe

the photographer’s daughter

her mother only took black and white photographs so her daughter would know she was beautiful, even different. © listentothebabe I loved this photo the first time I saw it. Ness at @twothirdssky was kind enough to let me use

the photographer’s daughter

her mother only took black and white photographs so her daughter would know she was beautiful, even different. © listentothebabe I loved this photo the first time I saw it. Ness at @twothirdssky was kind enough to let me use

blunt cunt

This poem is a collaboration with poetess Aleksina Tetiana. You may know her better as Unbolt.   You can’t wear a shirt with the words ‘Bad Girl’ in bold and a Prada bag hanging off your bangled arm and bling-bling

blunt cunt

This poem is a collaboration with poetess Aleksina Tetiana. You may know her better as Unbolt.   You can’t wear a shirt with the words ‘Bad Girl’ in bold and a Prada bag hanging off your bangled arm and bling-bling

lola

he’s good to lola, kept her in brushes and paints, and she fucked him fine. © listentothebabe

lola

he’s good to lola, kept her in brushes and paints, and she fucked him fine. © listentothebabe