Oh she’ll pull you in, all teeth and blood red lips, the way she moves as if she owned the joint, and anyone who steps foot inside. Until the lights come on she will be here clinking glasses filled with cheap champagne and grinding on any available hip she can find, and she'll wink and … Continue reading Before The Lights Come Up
Hypocrisy served with a hefty side of red beans and white rice, and a pledge to love the red man almost as much as you love the white, is still hypocrisy served with a hefty side of red beans and white rice. Bless your heart and a true patriot’s soul, take care of them both, … Continue reading Red Beans and White Rice
I am still here writing shitty poetry and you were bought like art and gone like fleeting moments that mean nothing until after you move on. I closed my mouth and tasted our lies, opened it again to raise my voice and I watched it climb over you. I wrote to you after I left, … Continue reading On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC
I look fine on the outside, until fine meets perfect when it rolls in, and over the knapweeds taking over my drive at precisely 8:15 a.m., shouting good morning from behind foggy windows. I kiss the little one on her head and exchange fleeting glances full of cynicism and love with the oldest, before I … Continue reading Fine On The Outside
Blossom and Bone / by Nicole Lyons Reviewed by Candice Louisa Daquin Blossom and Bone (Sudden Denouement Press, 2018) is Lyons' third collection of poetry and even with the title Lyons has already said a myriad of things which is one of her signature qualities as an author, she can truly ‘say it’ often using … Continue reading Blossom and Bone – an Advanced Review by Candice Louisa Daquin
I am thrilled to announce that my second book I am a World of Uncertainties Disguised as a Girl took home a bronze medal for poetry in The 2018 Readers' Favorite Book Awards. You can click here to read the reviews for WORLD, and to check out all the winners.
My world has come crashing down again, but from the foot of my bed and far beyond the gates of my garden I hear you, calling to me, in peculiar sing-song whispers that keep me awake and believing we could walk away from this disaster every time we kiss, or carve our names into the … Continue reading Peculiar Sing-song Whispers