This poem is grieving
for girls by the millions
yielding their bodies without their consent.
Bones connect fingers to arms to shoulders,
necks to hips by spinal cords curved like seahorses.
What’s sturdy enough to hold us up
can be fragile enough to drown us in rough water.
This poem is keening
for the hours before the clock turned backward.
The cries of impossible, the clatter of wire hangers
louder than the train whistle that warned us of a person on the tracks.
The engineer can’t stop and he’s carrying coal.
This poem is screaming
for all that’s been stolen from the garage,
the rakes and shovels and tomato stakes,
the bicycles we rode to get away quickly.
The pretty eyes and vocal cords and V of our thighs
as a quiet place that we offered and received
when we still had our legs beneath us.
Got this record as a birthday gift from a bandmate and it coincided with the loss of my grandmother and a painful trip east to see to final arrangements. It provided both company and consolation during that difficult journey and thematically, is spot-on for this season of life. Can’t say enough good things about these guys. Creep Church
It's a glorious swirl of Fleet Foxes, and Smile era Beach Boys.
It gently consumes you like a river's current as you float atop—getting that unexpected sunburn in September barnudiolikesyourband
Synths abound on the new single from Hearts and Rockets—icy cold, sharp, and minimal, and topped with a punk rock sneer. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2020
This record is fucking phenomenal. Period. From beginning to end, it's so lush in its attack. The build up to the final track will give you goosebumps, as well as make you tear up, raise your fist in the air, or all three at once. Don't pass this up. Jared Singleton