granata


GRANATA

Text & Image by
Kristy Bowen

(dancing girl press & studio, 2024)


coming MARCH 1st


There is a fine line between fear and excitement, between fury and desire. Hades stole Persephone from the meadow and changed the world for the girls who were transformed into sirens to find her. Changed the maiden herself, too, into the goddess of the underworld with a single bite...



from GRANATA


A girl is a grenade, is a garden full of bramble and weeds,

needy and ambling through mornings lost in thought.

Your feet were dirty and your dress was stained, but you were

so hungry you bit the first thing you saw. The demon's thumb,

then the plumb ripe of a pomegranate.  How you plucked out

the seeds, placed them on your tongue and swallowed

them completely. You could not lie to your mother, could not die there,

where the beast watched and waited.   How you hated the hunger,

but it grew and grew. By nightfall devouring the monster's body

inch by inch. How you did not flinch when he touched you but,

but leaned closer, your mouth clean as a god.