Across a desperate ocean, Beneath a cloud of grey, I will wait. In the ravenous wind The waves prowl against the rocks In ruin. A wicked action, Yet I remain Aimless and unfazed By the utter destruction in my sight. But in the moonlight, The ocean shines like a beacon on the bay, Encased in its soft silver glow, The waters no longer seek vengeance. Desiring your presence instead, Yearning to reach the shore. At…
Behind your eyes and mine are the unspoken affirmations. of all that we do not have the words to say. A kaleidoscope dream, Where we are nothing but space dust, …
At night you stare at the mirror You poke and prod at what looks back Things have changed You look so different From the fights and each attack You’ve been left with stories and scars From all the moments in the past But what of instead of the hatred in your head You try and find hope at last Stash seeds in each of your scars And wait a while with the moon For as…
I carry an ocean inside of me It has its own currents, rips and storms It pulses through my being As a mighty wave of panic forms My tsunami of wild feelings Starts calm and far offshore From all the way in the distance An agonizing wave to endure For I live at the edge of a continent But at the cusp of my sanity too Each day a fight for my safety A defiance…
My good friend despair disguised herself and took on a new identity. She introduced herself as a newborn baby …
Sweet Jesus, I’m tired! Not of life But of this pandemic When will the world be rid of it? These days I sit For far too long, My poor bum! Lord, I’m tired! I’m eating way too much A full English for breakfast Plus, a snack before lunch! My poor tummy, Not at all how it used to be! Man, I’m tired! It’s not just me, I get that We’re all in the same boat …
I stand, In the nude, Apologies if you think me rude But you requested open, I respond, as prompted – So, this piece is undressed. Not impressed? Then I must apologise. Please, avert your eyes. Alas, nothing is hidden, I have Written, As requested, But I will be less open with the next piece I shall use a couple sheets, at least! -Liz Mingo
Why must poetry be pretty? The language of gods, dripping from Apollo’s fingertips – whispers from the sea spray, metaphors in the dew off of morning grass and stanzas radiating off sunbeams Words to make critics swoon with veneration “Thalia, Melpomene, Erato, Euterpe – behold!” Fuck that. Fuck the gods. Poetry is nasty. Poetry is plunging a dirty needle into an arm so pierced that the rust punctures skin without interruption kissing a boy so…
Sex is a storm and I am the fire-dipped butterfly, I am all of the irregular passions. A blazing queen on my crystal throne like a scalding star in the frozen, polar night. Sovereign arctic leopard, snow stalking in the shriek of frost. Foxes glide at my feet like a sea of rubies, Roaming with the moon on my face and the wilderness on my breath. Offerings of sinful pomegranate kisses, my capricious mouth; a…
Colliding comet, Crashing into earth womb flesh, Sail to Xibalba. December rain, A dying star enveloped in a galaxy of blood, Microcosm Macrocosm. Ecliptic Ectopic, Lonely gibbous ovary drifts in ghost tube, Black hole orbits graveyard Uterus. Sweet-dark astronaut, Ammonite curled swimming up Orion’s belt, Armageddon butchered body. Violent birth, That was your attempt at dying, A sacrificial life-giving voyage. Cataclysmic asteroid, There was a Virgo moon in my heart, Stranger baby. -Katie Ness