prose | Sabrina Baeta

Mar 9, 2023
1 min

In My Bones

I didn’t really understand that expression, “feeling something in your bones,” until you. I feel you in the hollow of my chest, digging...

Mar 2, 2023
3 min

Painted Walls

All four walls of my room are painted. Two are in swirling pinks and blues, the impressionist results of sponges and a spray bottle with...

Feb 23, 2023
1 min

Out of Body

I’m going to stretch up, stretch on, stretch out of this body, grant myself a moment’s reprieve from the sinew and bones holding me...

Feb 17, 2023
2 min

Chocolate Box

Poetry’s been easier to write lately. It tumbles out of candy boxes covered in hard chocolate, solid and neat, no one knows what they’ve...

Feb 9, 2023
1 min

Fruitless Seed

Hope is something you dig out yourself. It sits as a seed, dense and dull, buried in dirt. How ironic, that we expect life out of a...

Jan 31, 2023
2 min

Mortal

I write about you because it’s easier than writing about other things. We all have models for the poetry and prose of love, it’s always...

Jan 24, 2023
1 min

Music Room

Singing wafting through the cracks in the door, seeping through cement blocks, cutting through my closed lips and into a caged heart....

Jan 17, 2023
2 min

A Familiar

Hello, again. You with the yellow eyes, prowling the entryway with heckles raised, teeth bared. You who guards me as bones and ligaments...

Jan 10, 2023
3 min

Morning

Things look so beautiful this morning. Even the stickers on the back of my laptop agree, they form hazy outlines on a shining logo,...

Jan 3, 2023
2 min

90s Grunge Girl Band

I want to start a 90s grunge girl band. I don’t remember much of the 90s, I’m not entirely sure what grunge is, and the use of “girl”...

Dec 20, 2022
2 min

Wallpaper

Will you read this one day? Will I plaster this up in some public place, my soul turned to wallpaper, so that you and everyone else who...

Dec 13, 2022
4 min

Roses and Daisies and Geraniums

Perfection is only a construct, I used to tell myself, gripping at edges that threatened to split open. It’s a construct I played so well...

Dec 7, 2022
2 min

Disappointing

Is the world meant to disappoint? It’s a dramatic thing to say, which is why I say it to my sister. She’s used to my theatrics, and most...

Nov 29, 2022
2 min

Ugly

Discontent reared its ugly little head today and I breathed out in relief. It burrowed in the cavities of my heart, it softly whimpered...

Nov 8, 2022
1 min

To write

I just want to write. I want to make lists of flower names and stare at the long and strange assortments like one studies bouquets, crisp...

Nov 1, 2022
1 min

Color Me

I want someone to flip through me, to take their newest set of crayons and add substance to my saddle-stitch bound surface. A little red...

Oct 25, 2022
2 min

Guarded

My heart feels guarded. I’m not sure when I shut the doors, barricaded the entrance. It must have been inch by inch, not the result of...

Oct 11, 2022
2 min

Incomplete

Can someone come along to complete me? I know it isn’t right, but it’s a lovely idea. That this beginning of life is supposed to feel...

Oct 4, 2022
1 min

Gardens

I’m thinking of gardens. I’m thinking of little patches of color interspersed between green leaves, stitched there by a spade and sun,...

Sep 27, 2022
2 min

Oversized Chair

Writing has felt like an oversized chair recently. I’d say stick with me, the metaphor gets better, but I’m not sure it does and that’s...