the muse is dead.

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as if I held her hand, full of regret. A weeping willow rejects me
breathing in my cigarettes,
death’s in the traveler
being left alone in Italy; from the garden,
all bodied, all that red and bleak

Welcome

PLAYWRIGHT TO HELLWRIGHT.

From Playwright to Hellwright, Lucy provides poetry in the primary form of free-verse, indulging in dark and confessional poetry from the modernist and post modernist inspirations of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, Wallace Stevens, E.E. Cummings, T.S.Eliot, and Leonard Cohen.

At the Little Writing Workshop of Horrors, Lucy provides different writing opportunities to recognize and promote writers in the writing community. These opportunities include collaborative poems and novels, writing challenges, and writing contests.

Lucy has published poetry that appears in Visual Verse Anthology, Variant Literature Magazine and The Scarlet Leaf Review among others under the pseudonym of “Ellie Onka.”

Unless otherwise stated, all works are under the copyright © Lucy’s Works