SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like – A Review

I fucking love poetry. I love good poetry, exceptional poetry, poetry that sits heavy on my chest and reaches down my throat to pull my own words out of my belly, and thank the goddess, in the era of the Instapoet and art without soul, Indie Blu(e) publishing and Candice Daquin have given us all … Continue reading SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like – A Review

Looking at me

You keep fucking looking at me as if I haven't just swallowed your lust, as if the puddles of your pride hadn't slipped from my lips and dribbled down my chin. You keep fucking looking at me as if the taste of you didn't just try to burn a hole through my sternum and pool … Continue reading Looking at me

Under Blades of Wings

I remember moments with him and how he made things that could never feel burst with feelings, like the day the wind felt angry against my legs, and how it blew the hem of my dress up around my knees and whipped at my thighs until my legs were as pink as the petals of … Continue reading Under Blades of Wings

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

Fine On The Outside

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

The Old Friend

I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my … Continue reading The Old Friend

Game Night

Lines cut, lines crossed highs hit, friends lost Move left, slither right hands up, blindside Is it all just a game played in good jest, or does luck play a hand in sinking the rest? Is it all just a game determined by fate, or will you be the one left to sit in checkmate? … Continue reading Game Night

A Cosmic Disappointment

I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017

Most Days

I don’t know if I will ever know the truth of us, and what could have been, what should have been, what will never be. But I do know I loved you and I think you may have loved me too, and most days that is enough. Nicole Lyons 2017

I Just Wanted To Be Loved – Peter Olsen

“I want God to come/And take me home 'Cause I'm all alone/ In this crowd Who are you to me/Who am I supposed to be Not exactly sure anymore./Where’s this going to Can I follow through/Or just follow you For a while/Does anyone ever get this right?” - ‘The Vampires of Time and Memory’, Queens … Continue reading I Just Wanted To Be Loved – Peter Olsen