Have I offended you enough? Is today the day when you will type your pedantic verses on the not quite organic paper you were lucky enough to find, buried under last year’s lonely hearts Valentine card stock in a flash Friday two for one sale at Chrissy’s Cuts and dollar bargain free-for-all? Have I offended … Continue reading Have I Offended You?
I hope this life decides to be kind to you, I hope it rings your bells and sets off fireworks in your name. I hope you’re a fucking light show. But if my hopes fall short and you are left in the dark, I hope you know you are loved, and I hope you know … Continue reading Light Show
Do you remember that time when we sat together, apart from each other, worlds away? You asked me if it was okay to lay your head in my lap and I told you I would love nothing more than to run my fingers through your dreams and talk about when we could plant our gardens. … Continue reading Sunflowers
I had yet to feel your sweat on my neck, but I knew I loved you already. Like red roses pulling yellow streaks, and green thumbs dipped in sugar, I loved you. Like desperate phone calls made to lonely operators in the middle of the night, just this side of the beach, I loved you. … Continue reading That One Summer
They write stories about women like her, the kind of women who smell like smoke and secrets, taste like whiskey neat and ache, always ache, for last call; the stories that are burned inside of memories and outside of libraries, the kind of stories that make even the driest bones wet and the holiest knees … Continue reading Stories Like Her
You with the goddess heart and that cemetery soul, of course, you are a dragon now. Every ghost you have ever loved has salted your earth with their coming and with their going, again. Breathe, woman, breathe! Wrath and fire will shoo the dead from their place of rest and you will cultivate love again. … Continue reading Mostly Dead Ones
When I was a little girl they spoke of a legend, about a wolf and a hunger, and why I should never wear red, but the moon pulled the tide and I was christened a woman, and the legend was rewritten when I became the wolf in the end. © Nicole Lyons 2018