loneliness was the through-line, the resurrection, the dioceses -- i ambowled over by it, i let it crouch in my mouth and reconsider: phallic anime hands in the night, little boys raping me! loneliness wasthe sick dark slick of imagining and the curtain-line of red cut (but never, never) down the blue delta of veins… Continue reading poem: no longer can i sense the best end to a poem
Author: elizabeth claire
poetry for the desperate and the romantic. university student, bored out of her mind.
day 4: dear stranger who came true
thirty days of poetryprompt: a letter to your favorite person you found me in the dream of the internet, ate my wires -- spit them outate them again. you are the blue hazy hope of the old poems, now wheni am held -- figure one: highschool girl who would have walked down the razedheads of… Continue reading day 4: dear stranger who came true
poem: little russia (reborn, reborn)
claire takes the window in mouthmeal-pieces; winged eyes, she waitsfor the descent. he comes home late at night and dissolves -- curled intothe pillow (like it is a woman) reading his phone at 4 a.m. sitting in the eye of the land andthe invisible child stirs in her stomach. in her dreams she is rapedand… Continue reading poem: little russia (reborn, reborn)
day 3: beautiful world, where are you
thirty days of poetryprompt: how do i feel at the moment little failing housewife, hunger hurts. these are not poems butday 1, day 2, day 3. in her latest novel sally rooney writes elegies for "beauty" in the end days of a civilization; she, as a marxist, views its death asbeing tied to the capitalistic… Continue reading day 3: beautiful world, where are you
day 2: “advertisement for a wife, brown hair and large nose”
thirty days of poetryprompt: your hair color half the face in the mirror, with this tooth-drainedanti-composure, is vampiric: he says if you get this job we willbe almost at 100k a year, for the household. they are swinging on her chestin two large moons; the female breasts can often appear larger the firsttwo weeks of… Continue reading day 2: “advertisement for a wife, brown hair and large nose”
love poem as archetypes.
written july 29 2022 he is routinely unwound, wound back in again -- on himself,the conditionals of his mind / the fast hot shorts, the cigarette-way his breath curlsup when he says 'darling.' i am terrified he does not realize how much -- i likehim, how i catch myself from saying 'i love you' in… Continue reading love poem as archetypes.
thirty days of poetry: a life update
I am in the middle of the oldest thing in the world: moving away to a faraway place because you met someone and love them. This place is the desert and I cannot describe it like I would the mountain west of the United States (my old home) because that is a place of passion… Continue reading thirty days of poetry: a life update
day 1: the other option is to try to conjure powerful emotions (but not feelings)
thirty days of poetryprompt: favorite weather usually it was not the heat -- last summer was a summer of new music and new feeling, which is rare. how is this -- followed, or evenimproved upon. washed in the carcass of current weather, the desertwaits. it sits in a wide circle and observes. eight dollars in… Continue reading day 1: the other option is to try to conjure powerful emotions (but not feelings)
poem: california
blackberries and granola in yogurt with expresso but afterwards you are still -- a glazed-over dream state. she bought her wedding for a $400 express packagein Vegas but afterwards regretted it. today I will wear a black blouse and off-white, off-linen pants to a fictional job and listened to my manager lie about pitbulls. you… Continue reading poem: california
poem: whoever
the last altered man, the cathedral drips upon and rends his knotted hands to dirt, their attitude undrawn. his are eyes flew'd hours to sleep, he is keptthe blessed meek. while i stand graveyard watch --the statues all asleep.
the last pavilion 