Tessa Germani has a Bachelor of Arts degree in Creative Writing and contributes poetry, lyrical prose and illustrations.
Field Notes from Becoming
The mind can’t remember without the body. When I’d walk into a room and forget what I came for, I'd have to retrace my steps. There are no rooms anymore. Only paths. I’m not too far gone from the path if my body remembers why
Inner Worlds
It’s real how lily pads crave attachment, annex to a single root of its bath bottom it embodies the link like an umbilical cord, the earth is a mother. The flower that blooms feeding from the soil bed, don’t you see it? The petals of its infantry, the
Inner Worlds
I don’t know where I am, but I know one day it will all be familiar to me--like sipping warm milk or falling asleep to the television. I don’t know how long it has been without these things, at least four months. I take things slow because
Inner Worlds
Darkness clouds the somber girl as she locks her knees to her collarbone and cries. Her solid shape and opaline skin attract an atmosphere. What heavenly bodies live inside such sad souls? She— a celestial sphere diffusing a gas that pulls stars towards her. And with time a glowing light