Eleanore Tisch, your poet, is a mischievous water creature, born and raised in the city of Chicago. She is a proud product of Chicago Public Schools. Sometimes an academic, sometimes a scalawag, always infatuated with language, she swims through the world attentive to minute moments of compassion - and it’s opposite. She received her B.A. in Writing & Literature from the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics and her M.A. in Education Foundations, Policy, and Practice from the University of Colorado – Boulder. She encourages (and would be honored to engage with) questions, call-ins, and dissents of her work.
from WATER : WRITE : WAVE
-since tensing the of part of my only I mean musk, mean I must make sense somehow, since sense makes you mean I. virgin’s an iamb, don’t be mean, don’t and I won’t want to be touched by a never have a river, rivet to thawing things. man wilds for king pussy. water made of arms and bite, two tries. mecca on sunday, two tired tries and fire he thinks earth. body be in, bodyroom being (missing in a piece of here is).