You said you loved me but I should be quiet because sometimes love rides on electric pulses carried to secret places where it burns hot and rings like church bells on Sunday morning. You wash your sheets and the guilt from your cock, you wipe the walls and your mouth and drop a clean kiss … Continue reading I Wrote It All Down
For Shawna, may your scarlet crown always blind the fools; never forget who you are and what you deserve. The Red Queen She has stood before the greatest men and they have knelt within her fires. She forged herself a scarlet crown from each of their desires. She never kept them kneeling, always thanked them … Continue reading The Red Queen
I wrote this for my dear friend Michelle from Soul Kissing Kissing Souls I wonder where she goes at night when the world is fast asleep. For in the morning she smells of midnight and there is stardust upon her feet. © Nicole Lyons 2017
For a very special sister of my soul. ElaNauSoul There she goes, with her restless heart and cool eyes, crossing stars and pulling the moon down again © Nicole Lyons 2017
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
