Smoke & Mirrors

Hold a mirror up to me and I will hold one up to you, and we can kiss your pretty lies and fuck my ugly truth. © Nicole Lyons 2018

On Poetry #3

Poetry is the loveliest art, it has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poet's. © Nicole Lyons 2016

I Know You Too

I know you know me. By the ache in your bones and the pulse in your veins, you know me, and God help you, I know you too. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Pandering

Sometimes I feel as if I am pandering to savages, sealing my soul and selling it for an innocent kiss or a quick fix. And then I push and I shove, and I make my way to the front of the line to buy it all back from the wasted souls who look an awful … Continue reading Pandering

I Sold My Soul to a Dark Gypsy Man

I sold my soul, for a tattered old map, to a dark gypsy man singing songs about the girl who dances with the shadows down a crooked old road. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Between Commas

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now is my lines. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Six Words

It's amazing how much can be said, or not said, in six little words.