nicole deardorff

Jul 1, 2016Jun 30, 2016 by: Germ Magazine guest author

Fire and brimstone by Nicole Deardorff

Truth is, I am not fire and brimstone I am a soft breeze and summer mud– messy, impressionable, and inconvenient …

May 23, 2016Jun 13, 2016 by: Germ Magazine guest author

Some people will always be burning. Girl, your lungs are not ashetrays. Neither is your heart. That doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human. …

Apr 22, 2016Apr 21, 2016 by: Germ Magazine guest author

Smoking and kissing are two things I don’t take lightly I kiss hard, hazardously I kiss attacks, bruise, draw blood I kiss making sure you …

Mar 9, 2016Mar 8, 2016 by: Germ Magazine guest author

is this how a haunted house feels? the aching, resignation, anger the constant longing for freedom all the wondering if it will ever end, all …

Oct 13, 2015Dec 3, 2015 by: Germ Magazine guest author

There are days when I still feel like misplaced bones when I stand in front of the mirror wanting to see all angles and hollows …

Aug 1, 2015Dec 3, 2015 by: Germ Magazine guest author

I am ruination with ink-stained lips and blood under my nails I carve a calendar onto my skin so I will never forget where I …

May 28, 2015Dec 3, 2015 by: Germ Magazine guest author

Hurricanes have always been named after women but every woman I know who has been hit named the storm after a man …

Apr 13, 2015Dec 3, 2015 by: Germ Magazine guest author

To the boy with bruised knuckles who tried to take my wings: In the future, I hope you stick to punching brick walls instead of …

Mar 2, 2015Dec 3, 2015 by: Germ Magazine guest author

They loped up to me ‘Baby, hold yourself together, they can smell your fear.’ I grew up warned, always held my breath and willed my …