Burning Books, Burying Scholars
i. The Warring States I unified the warring states for you Old classics, Confucius teachings burnt Wisdom buried – scholar by scholar Insurgency cut – tongue by tongue One Emperor, one wall is all you see ii. The Red Little Book I swam across the Yangtze for you Old ideas, Read more
lost mail packages
I discover kernels in poems. The shell breaks open to a singed blossom of hair. Before I spit the weirdness out, I savor a reeling storm in my nose and mouth. For a split second, I see a topiary. I awake to dreams; perhaps they are catchers to my middle-aged Read more
One Night You Grew Silent
You said you wanted me when you turned to face the lamppost. The snowflakes caught your eyelashes on the last languid Christmas. Your fingertips braided my hair. Your chilled lips smoothed my legs. Your breath in hot clouds warmed my skin. Maybe I love you a little. I stand in line at Read more
one more time
I stoppedbelievinghopingsearchingdreamingpleading for one more time memories lingerbittersweet pain of thepastprayers offereddesire lastingwishing foranother true lovestill longing for one more time invocations answeredyou stepped into mylifeeuphoric,my heartthrobbed withpassion one more time my dream weavermy second chance lovermy last forever goodbye one more time Photo ©Julie Anderson All Rights Reserved
Breaths and String Theories
Breath— The Sphinx got weary of always being the mysterious one out in the desert, so she slumped off to the nearest pub and drank herself silly in the middle of the afternoon which she knew her mother wouldn’t approve of but she was the fucking Sphinx and decided not Read more
don’t you dare (pop), boy
did someone burst your bubble, boy? or did you just have too much to drink? get your lies drunk and high as you? coat them in effervescence until your lungs fly you away? you were always ready, boy, ready to pop. and you know you’ll never get it back, get Read more
FLATLINED
chemically gagged pharmaceutically silenced. swallowing tiny thieves of nuance and vibrancy until depth and hue crumble like damp sawdust into a shallow, timeless grave of monotony nestled by my heart an internal barometer measuring emotional vitality no longer responsive a total obliteration of moods each one simply truncated where stormy Read more