The cave pooled on a dusty gray, its lifeless folds quietly shone, hinging to the cold darkness in the air. Intervened, footfall was prevalent and darning; she gripped onto her spear as she extended it away from her person, head merging against an animal’s snout. Continue reading Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 8 Part II.
lie across the taurobolium at the motherless spring without feeling, without breath; pale mulberries infiltrate the wind in ice dark of obscured dreams by the sea-green void, vanishing by the surf, as the fresh dew slumbers in the whiteness of morning exorcised with twigs of the dying trees. flicker with the nightly, strange sea, the augur bleeds madly onto the sand behind the betrayed fog … Continue reading Ice dark (the world is dreaming).
No use for the forget-me-nots my fingers are frozen on the congeries of madness, please do not find my duplicity; through veins darkly, my pet virus born twirls the tribe of aurochs— but even then it could not embody an unbridled death to her bosom, we doth part, legs dither, heart ungrieved; if shyness shamed the oceans slaughting a bag of bones, it lain a … Continue reading she takes.
Black feathers as I dreamed,do not look at me; ebony moonthe lust of the body of the shore,as nightmares, in what I’ve neverknown at all, reflect the Artemis moon;the fat, yellow moon; it’s a blood-huntto the red-hills,and a sea,cocktails of sweatdeath at the ground. There is beauty in the death of thingsin imminent dreaming,for it’s like death itself; white fingers shuttingthey shiverto the cosmicin betweenveteran … Continue reading dream (returning hand in hand).
Wept in the death of Gods, darker still in the gathering ocean, with only tears that fall to them, in the red hyssop of the frost inclined to the penetralium of desire, as the ocean slips no fate by its sea song to kill empty, the abscission of leaf falls like glass we could not fall together as we once had, the very shock of … Continue reading Planetary motion.
Hello everyone. I have three published poems (“To Accede Into My Own Desires”, “Deep in my Heart”, and “Beneath”) in Variant Literature magazine, specifically in their Second Chance Anthology. My poems are credited under my pseudonym Ellie Onka. You can either order the anthology here or read the free PDF instead. You can find my work in pages 30–32. The Second Chance Anthology contains literary … Continue reading Variant Literature Magazine Publication.
My work was featured on a podcast called A Poetic Slice of Life. This episode delves into discussion of poetry and Game of Thrones: “Join us on storyboards. Each Saturday night the theme of the show is different from sci fi, cult classic movies, to comic book heaven with a side of entertainment that carries a dark edge at times. Saturday is focused on stories, … Continue reading Poem On “Poetic Slice of Life” Podcast.
Icy thorns in kestrel snow, I gather them for you; plunging ire to your still desert, stave it in illness, black lilies incite the gallows you bring into the ladies of dust if the blood oceanid parts. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a poem using the PLEIADES FORM (click HERE for MTB 16/10/14 post on this). Pick a ONE-WORD TITLE … Continue reading Ionad.
She hated them, but quite at times admired them for their will to live. The bond between them only got stronger and stronger the more adversities they faced together. Only Zara was able to flicker that bond for a few moments, that fucking siblings-bond. Continue reading Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 8 Part I.
Death’s weir from the mammoth faces we know, spuming dead ghosts into the sea. My mistress winter feasts her bones, to starve on the tongues of a storm; lips of Janus will part like Eve to the python’s words; o’ then in innocence who else if then would have a rib torn to kill Loneliness, the rogueBeet-blood, greeting youin a face of all faces enter, … Continue reading Faces.
Very happy to announce that my poem, “Some” appears in Volume 8, Chapter 1 of Visual Verse. Many thanks to VV to be in the wonderful company of amazing poets and writers. “Fossils / in our bed / furculain throat, splayed a drowninglest we know / ancient hibernations /anamnesis ribcaged /rigor mortis yawning / poisoned waves…” You can read the rest of the piece here. … Continue reading “Some” Poem Published in Visual Verse.
O she is a Sweeney dreamfrom dead ghosts into winter’s fast,beckoning duplicity Give me a danceto breathe in bloodline’s nursed moando not stare, darling Medusa, my distress,teeth slaught in seawater, howlingin waves as I dream and I billow from the earth. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: “Let us write our own Jisei. Write a haikai (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, … Continue reading Medusa.
the dark slithers, betraying the scarlet moon into the mellifluous hunger in each haze, a new mother of spring, the hills, the silence of untiring wanton blood broken between each finger and bone, nesting in the shadows in immense maddened breath across the perennial wound that dispels with the rain and alluvium struck with the heavy winter, a shell to bind me to you, in … Continue reading Dissonance of a dream.
Hello everyone. I am currently hosting a contest through All Poetry, and it is centered around writing poetry inspired by Wallace Stevens. This is the first poetry contest I am doing through there and if anyone would like to participate, you must submit your entry through All Poetry. The contest ends on December 3rd, 2020 where I will then judge the pieces received. You can … Continue reading All Poetry Contest.
“And in short, I was afraid.”
T.S. Eliot reveals it all here. We can go home now. Continue reading Of Poetry and Fire (Analysis #1: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot).
Father of gunmetal, fingers and sap kneeling to the blood-red of our faces from my formaldehyde Grandfather, in the black elms, a crown of sun pencils on white skin, now the eyes I find of the lagoon were treed in artichoke; father’s eyes are mine, the shore is from the foolish matriarch, babushka’s daughter and herself. Occam’s razor had slit feet: bloodlines cannot drown us … Continue reading eyes of the lagoon.
They both looked wearily at each other, soon deciding to get back to work.
She messages meMy eyes light upAnd I respond as fast as I canAnd the message is receivedI see the word “typing”And I spring with joyAs our conversation flourishesInto a beautiful realityA universe, if you willOf true happinessAs I remember,I can only speakBut not touchAs she is behind the screen. Continue reading “Through The Screen” by The Anonymous One.
Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,I curl the thorns of the lilyinto the sway of red craters,cracked fossils; the possibilitythat unearths into a singlebloodline, staved in winter’s digits;I’ve cried for shadows offather’s uproots, whilsthe remembers Mother Nature’sfare. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some form of the word possible. Continue reading Ocean rattle.
I lay on the ground, my body coldAs I can feel my soul lose its holdI try to get up, but fallUselessDefeatedI let my soul loosen its gripAs I fallFall deeperBut then I remembered everythingI remember why I’m doing thisWho I’m fighting forWhy I’m doing thisWhat I’m doingSo I pull my soul back inLetting it tighten to my almost lifeless bodyAnd I get back upTo … Continue reading “Fight Again” by Anonymous.
Fossil bone, a maiden’s cliffthrowing ghosts in the stalactitesthere, my ocean is there, and I will die with the thorn in my side;abyssal shadows are empty, sandstone splits at my cheek,look at the full-bodied ocean, their fish bones belowthe memorial, from so close, I can stand upon the ocean’s bosom,her white waves upon my fingersO’ death can make them primitive to infancy—caving inside the womb, … Continue reading The ocean rises.
summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might too leave in the white rose of lips; sewn a monolith exchanging, in perfidy, a child at the river its maddening leavetaking, tucked in the shawl, a fellness of … Continue reading This night.
I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— I am the thorn of flowers in your mouth, and the foot of the leaf between the limbs of a small tree halved like quarters, and still dying, I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— Ancestress of loss of the root and tree that tried to die. © … Continue reading I
Buckle up, kiddos. We’re going to learn how to be happy.
Or at least try to. Continue reading Happy Blog, Happy Life.