Poetry – Page 39 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Dusk falls in the night with no end

November 20, 2018November 20, 2018 Elisabeth Horan

Hours slip by ticking Out cells of my eyes One laborious, one Yogurt, wet, heavy Slides thick like thighs Waitout the drumlike Dance of blood upon The water plane, a Would be quenching If it weren’t for the fact Of saturation—one cannot Force a toilet filled red Any more wet Read more

The State Of Us Women

November 20, 2018November 20, 2018 Virginia Petrucci

Young ghosts comb dreams so vast they splinter in twelve and are bruised irregular by twenty. Your age is the number of stars that have fallen while you sleep. Streets are proud doubts–foul charm, but proofed. A sometimes can seize but an always can cease. All visions of progress: much Read more

Anarchy

November 15, 2018November 14, 2018 Jacquie Prebich

I am anarchy in your pacifist bed I am your guilt your foolish fear love your unsated lust I am your revolution filthy riches your poverty a gratified reassignment your pain I am your peace and mayhem your demands and delicious nightmares a run on sentence no punctuation I am Read more

MARGARET

November 15, 2018September 22, 2021 Alexandra Meehan

Within her green garden, our hedged veranda filled with buckets of lilies, sweet herb pockets, a sunburnt chandelier dimming in the breeze— Our garden with hydrangeas, and thistle vines, and azaleas in phantom fuchsias, though if only we could still sew posy wreaths. Rings around Margaret, May forgotten petals to Read more

If I Was Your Child

November 14, 2018November 14, 2018 Jacqueline Cioffa

Would you cover me in a coat of armor So my blood didn’t weep If I was your child Would you shield me from the dark The boogeyman that wiggled my doorknob whilst I sleep If I was your child would you smother me with sweet scented well-meaning kisses If Read more

Previvor

November 11, 2018November 11, 2018 Virginia Petrucci

Where do these women go when they die, these Women who are like me like how I used to be before I became rooted in stinkless rock? “Previvor” is for the catch of an early dusk before it settles, or the trespass of the moon before dark A champion equals Read more

Shulie

November 11, 2018November 11, 2018 Samantha Rose

When I tell you that she is a fireball, I mean to say that she fears not the charring of cultural silks and rods, burning up oxidized visions until her words are carbon-sealed upon the perennial page, her feminine veil forged in smoke. When I tell you that she is Read more

WAR

November 10, 2018September 13, 2019 Elizabeth Regen

I can’t keep Them straight in my head anymore- The shootings. The victims. The gunmen. The guns used. Vegas. The hotel. The windows of the hotel. From the window of the hotel. The concert. The nightclub. They were dancing. They were young. They were shot. Hiding in the bathroom. At Read more