Creatively Olive

A little spit at throat back,

Only smoke, perfectly agreeable

There's only good things at the end

Walking around, as if a slimy thing Out of its shell. Take a breath of That steep air. With this – a defiled Gait, and liquid pouring...

*this is an old collaborative piece I was a partner to, please note that not all these words are mine and this not solely my piece -I ...

Greetings! I wanted to make a small update announcement. I'm currently in the throws of my first novel and I'm determined to finish my...

Greetings all! I would like to make a very happy announcement that my poetry book - Delirious - is officially completed and up for sale!...

Translation by Salma, Arrangement by Olive Beth, you bowed? Weight, without springs, you called, rings crying, for you had no body. Call...

“I wish you’d say something.” “It’s too hard to believe. Maybe this is all your doing, and you’ve just … forgot?” “I don’t know why I...

Dear Himmel, Hers grow hereinunder. Irises swimming in trauma ditch and loss, Switch. A crag is her Easter, Latch on. Standing, what if?...

They always were your favorite. I never quite understood the obsession. They wilted in such a peculiar way, I couldn’t get around it....