A series of three handcut collages by Lyss Cypher. The left image is a close up of their face with razorbladed detailing. The center collage is a silhouette with razored texturing. The right collage features their hand and forearm, with words cross-stitched into the arm leading thread to a pencil.

Poems That Injure is my creative haven for returning to the body, the wilds, and the collective in a society that entices us to isolation. Creativity is vital for our collective liberation. It’s a wonderful form of rebellion and resistance. And it’s an avenue for understanding ourselves within the greater collective.

I don’t think I’ll ever be the kind of person to niche-down. Some things you may encounter here:

  • Poems that injure, though not all of my poetry is injurious. There is some variety.

  • Wandering thoughts on somatics and embodied practices, via weightlifting, disability justice, grief work, abolition as a felt sense.

  • Reconstructions of family, ancestry, and culture alongside reconnections to animism, folk practices, and the wilds within the vehicles of Appalachian and Celtic heritage.

  • Slow media and artistic endeavors. Self-portraiture, hand-cut collage, dancing and singing.

  • Musings on good old-fashioned road trips. I do have a propensity for cross-country drives.

  • Chaotic receipt back writing.

  • Other unknowns.

Ultimately I want this space to be a place of connection, so feel free to reach out, leave a comment, connect. Reject this lonely-making society with me and come be a little weirdo.

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Returning to the body, the wilds, and the collective in a society that entices us to isolation.

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Poet | Educator | Artist | Weightlifter | Wanderer | Maladaptive Daydreamer in Pittsburgh