Izzi Rose : Writing

Water (the Grapes of Wrath)

Water (the Grapes of Wrath)

A Poem by Izzi Rose


Protest gone, figure’s bent in steadfast mourning Take it all! Leave me with means to travel At least, the bawls began Leave my life for m..
Rosa Wants

Rosa Wants

A Poem by Izzi Rose


Rosa Wants to be A supermodel I’ll walk on knives And pierce with gazes meant For when I’m constipated But at least I’ll be..
Lateral Logic

Lateral Logic

A Poem by Izzi Rose


Locke the doors Toss the keys Thru the pane of lottery He said if you never ever leave It’ll be through the window just like me As Shatt..
The Stories He Told

The Stories He Told

A Poem by Izzi Rose


I once belonged to a Boulder man who hung his hat above a streamer They filled me with expired blood and took me to the cleaners.