Channa Goldman

"I'm a 19 year old writer from Upstate New York. I'm currently studying Creative Writing. I hope to create something that can give back. The feeling that words, art, and living give to me."


Instagram: @Jewlishious 

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Coming Back, Lunar

Who am I, in the face of all of you

Strings and the softest of finger picking

But nothing saves me, ever

Too many infinities fill me up for the Gregorian 

It is faulty and flawed

So I am coming back lunar


Me, and all my phases 

kissing cavities, fuck it 

there is more in crevices 

than anything whole


You are beautiful, color of my bedsheets 

Bleeding you become

both like my lifeblood

and like scalpel bladed fingernails 

against the gentle


Salty goes that floor

who heard your first ‘I love you’

Rotten turns the walls 

that knew we fell short


I want all the beginnings,

and all the ends

Though the in-betweens

still look like an understanding 

not yet mine


What belongs to me,

I know not

There are horizons

where my moon begs for expansion 

Filling in that form

You are​

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In the Silence, In the Noise 

Shutting down the sounds—yes you 

and all the ways you are

They lick me up all over

into the prettiest shades

of weekday independence and

Saturday Sunday soaking (clean it up, your parents will read this)


No one knows craving like I know you

Am you become you want you whole 

Capitalize every adjective

while my eyelids kiss each each other closed


With you it is perfect

Earthly, but still of the sky

Mornings are never looking the same 

but always feeling like they should

And during nights without you

I’ll burn myself into photos we’ve taken 

while keeping the pillow case wet


Greenest eyes, I can’t help but always say it 

You are rare and only

Endlessly metaphorical

Metaphysical in your touch

Mine, within my body

Mon Cheri, you can’t help but always say it 

And I can’t help but hope

you always do