How I hate those poets who rise at dawn to write a couple hours before work— Wallace Stevens especially, Emperor of Ice-Cream, my ass! You’re not the only one with a day job.
And don’t get me started on Ted Kooser, who should be staying up late in the flatlands to watch the milky way flow instead of drinking dawn from a bucket some early bird probably pooped in.
My muse sleeps in a bottle and does not awake until neon lights buzz. She inspires the moon and I do her bidding beneath flickering televisions, whipping a ballpoint to get every last drop.
The only time you’ll see me in the stark morning light is if I’ve had to walk home drunk and forgotten the way.
As the soft skin of your leg conceals the strength of your thigh, I lean in close to hear your voice— quiet as dandelion seeds in autumn with words powerful as a storm.
Hand in hand, enjoying your perfume, your mouth and eyes straighten, no longer curved like the rest of you. I don’t want to relax my grip but know I can’t clutch onto my desire without losing that which I hold most dear.
I was the teacher’s pet not because of my smarts but because of my charm, smooth chocolate compliments and precision tattling.
I knew which bully to befriend for much-needed protection and when to stab him in the back then upgrade to a bigger model.
There will always be men who think they’re great and need little guys, like me, to confirm their awesomeness.
From the beginning of humanity, the expression of emotions has driven the poets in our world to write from their hearts. IMO, this piece captures the oppression of women well and the ultimate futility of it as we will always rise. ❤
It is not my intention to shock anyone but I certainly mean every word said above. This video describes EXACTLY how frustrating womanhood feels at times,. Being a young, middle-aged or older woman trying to figure out how to navigate life in my body, in my career, in my relationships, and generally, everything has been daunting at times, to say the least! I happened to stumble upon it on Facebook recently, and well, seeing Reena’s challenge inspired me to share it and my feelings about womanhood. Thankfully, I’ve come to align with this notion that my body, personality, and my humanity actually belong to me. So, respectfully, fuck off and let me be who I want to be.
This is the SMITTEN cover – a breathtaking collection of superb poetry by women for women. Please consider supporting this worthy project when SMITTEN is released this Fall and purchase a few copies. SMITTEN transcends the boundaries of gender and sex and is a collection about love that everyone can appreciate, as well as shining a much-needed light on the unforgettable bonds between women.
Oh, and a piece of mine was selected to be included in this collection of 120+ poets! 🙂 So proud to be a part of this wonderful anthology!
SMITTEN – This is What Love Looks Like – Poetry by women for women – an anthology of poetry published by Indie Blu(e) will be out OCTOBER 2019 and available through all good booksellers. Please consider following SMITTEN’s FB page at https://www.facebook.com/SMITTENwomen/
If you are interested in supporting this project in any way please contact me @ firstname.lastname@example.org. All LGBTQ projects are a little more challenging to succeed and we want the 120+ poets who have work in SMITTEN to be read by many! Indie Blu(e) and their submissions rules can be found at www.indieblu.net
OCTOBER 2019!! Stay tuned here for the release date.