silas denver melvin is a transsexual poet from New Hampshire. His debut poetry book, Grit, published with Sunday Mornings at The River Press, was released in November of 2020.
His work has been hosted by Doghouse Press, Antler Velvet, The Candid Review, Hominum Journal, The Garlic Press, Bleating Thing, Toyon Literary, Bullshit Lit, and other outlets.
silas is a Pushcart Prize and two-time Best of the Net nominee. He is currently the head poetry editor for Beaver Magazine.
I had a dream last night that I was a werewolf. The way I entered homes was twisted and unnatural, searching for connection in a cruel manner. My father saw me through the window and was horrified. I woke up scared, convinced it was a memory, not a dream. I find that nightmares stay the same, and that fear and desire are the same in the place dreams are born. I long to express myself through violence and self-sacrifice; my mother is shocked when I ask if she would bite my fingers off, it's safer to tell her this than the truth, to test her and see if she would still love a monster
its been days since ive finished reading this and i'm still thinking about it - some of the poems really hit home for me, and some of them take my breath away. a gem of a book that i think ill end up rereading and rereading in the future.
“the third time we fucked, i couldn’t find a way to write poems about you. this is how i knew it was our end.” I wish this had been longer, but was so happy to devour
A fascinating read; it's very visceral but romantic at the same time. I've always liked when authors use cannibalism as a metaphor for love, and this collection satisfied all of that. I only wish that it was longer. My favourite poem has to be 'turning point'!
cannibalism & gay sex. my favorite two things! again, i really love what the author does with the words, it's like twisting the bones until they are shaped in a meaningful & beautiful way.
I am so obsessed, I loved the writing, I truly did, like please somebody needs to open me up and eat me now. I will keep rereading the poems for the rest of the week now