Blossom and Bone Reviews

For my money, Nicole Lyons is hands down the best poet writing today. By far. She simply excels at her craft, and she does so with the apparent ease of one who effortlessly speaks her soul without need of any edit or further rewrite. Which, of course, is impossible. One would think. And I have … Continue reading Blossom and Bone Reviews

Whore

I am a whore, and I know I am because I was given that label by an angry man after I shared  his time and sipped at a seven dollar coffee while we discussed the weather and why the coastal residents of British Columbia should probably think about packing up and moving inland. I am … Continue reading Whore

Motel Nine

Come a little closer, darling. I want to see your legs just one last time, at the moment when you finally decide to cross them. I want to see you bat his name from your eyes, at the moment when the tears spill down your cheeks. I want to see you clench your fists on … Continue reading Motel Nine

Readers’ Favorite Reviews Blossom and Bone

Nicole Lyons’ Blossom and Bone is an engaging collection of poems containing honest and heartfelt expressions. The language makes use of striking words that arouse intense feelings. In the poem “Melancholy”, the poet states, “Melancholy, my longest lost lover has returned, to dance with me, again.” In three sentences, the earnest message intended by the … Continue reading Readers’ Favorite Reviews Blossom and Bone

Before The Lights Come Up

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

Red Beans and White Rice

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

On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

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