i hid from you all.

January 24, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

littlest rainit was not deador the moon with her eyes the perfumeasleep, having flowers to ceaseas i now subsume tragedybeyond the wisp of her lips phantasmagoricalstillness yet adorns to meher eyes of stone. in the garden worea death of blissperpetuare suffering © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

take my hands?

January 22, 2021.Reading time 1 minute.

fingers of earth lay thy lady of bones a garden of have died and have not; shan’t you take my hands? my skin, a linen from the sun weeds, we share parentheses as eyelids kiss the sleeping trees; littleness death we—the serpents we sleep with. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

moon stunt rain.

January 20, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

i rise from my bedof snakes, glassy apparition,you have nothing on me; garden fingersand eyeholes i hid from:no one can get meno one can bethe thief but the moon, I devour known bloodof these garden thorns,the moon-stunt of your flowerI see goes(and its rain). © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

something about you that understands.

January 18, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

this foolworld spunin cold-bloodedlady iknow you, but iof skin and bone,and i little sun,in moon gardens of her feetI am a child, i and if aside,grown toward rootsof her bones and kneesbillowing absent, fingersof May (i close the rain)to the syntax of your voice © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

am i a tree?

January 17, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

am i a treebetween the earthfledembraced a dying thronefathered in my blood,stalked and eatenby the moon’s brigade,a kiss to the sun; a finger in the rainto la moon, i see I, and if the rosesaxethe tree,would I have dreamed of this,i woudn’t know © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

under any flower.

January 12, 2021.Reading time 2 minutes.

this is not a letter to myself quickly the moon is forever i say that sometimes these ghost fingers reach to wind the strings and twist the whitecaps upon the bridge; i sit at midnight famous blue raincoat on my lips, a thunder squirms into my body of stone voice nothing, where I […]

glasspetals.

January 11, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

sometimes a moona snake on my head,a leaf from reapinga leaf from falling glasspetalsare fingers in the moonriseand sun-veins; i cannotbelieve in god after all thethings I’ve done, each oceanid clawreaches me so I drown © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

birth.

January 10, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

cruelly, our moon-hungancient tree fathers a poetsperm in frail autumn, born industily springlace,and eyes to this earthopened to oceanid shame, I wakesame as I was, peelingbones and eating air. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

lies.

January 9, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

for the starsi liediminish i see the moonfled the rain, deathpoising swiftly, & unspeaking,a poet crowsspun a wind, shuttingyourbeautiesin the spring-said of earthindigomy skin, I rise so no onesees meone womanbirth,subsumedbut eyesI lie with themeasy. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

Ghost of gardens.

January 7, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

infinite in papery moonswhy must I layunder your footin the voluptuoussea? madcaps and glassed eyes her next deathin a million moons I’ve yet to meet; god’s leavetaking, nothing left for youbut a ghost of gardens. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Reposted for the dVerse Open Link Night.

Gardenia.

January 4, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

petaled, like the moon.

January 3, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Fire flowerscurl their toes underthe snakes in my chest “petaled girl”for eyesand their liars underthe midnightred and dark litheof the moonglow,molesting but dissociatingarresting and death-shaming to this bodyand mouth alone. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

seafarer.

January 2, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

seafarer,I’ve lived on the leafstalkand moon-groves, beforeI peeled back my mind winter is cold-bloodedI hatch from the twiggyrose in frozen veins in the sanctum of the treessplit in the sun-moon, our bonesshe crawls like the moon © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

hot suns.

January 1, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

breasts upon a kumquatsundown from the pied-piperin the woman’s moon, I’ve seen before I can’t even recognizewhen I rise fromthe hot sununtil a dream takesthe land in sultry menace upon the fire-flower’smouth to kiss. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

Book Review of “Letters to Jupiter.”

December 31, 2020.Reading time 5 minutes.

Letters to Jupiter is an upcoming poetry book by Lotte Jean with Magnolia Press, which is a small publisher that publishes short stories, fiction, and fantasy. Jean’s book focuses on the different aspects of self-destruction, self-creation, love, independence and spirituality. As per the synopsis, it is “written by an unknown narrator seeking to let go […]

a daughter starless.

December 29, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A sun recoils to the grown treeclimbing my skin, then vanishingbetween the moon and death’s stigmata, a midnightstarless to the placenta back to the moon’swho was first stillbut then stares as if a daughter I am not LazarusI do not rise. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

“Another Channel” by Nick Pipitone.

December 29, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

i want to feel connected to Mother Earth –wet, black soil after torrential rainsswaying tree boughs that yearn toembrace me like old grandmaswith calloused hands &toothless smiles i want it so much, yeti feel nothing –only dullness where the earthis another distorted channelon so many screensdivorced from the pulsating groundof my ancestors For further work, […]

moonglow.

December 28, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.

Swaying in cool rootsof white, I feed the earthfrom my hands and bones;the moonglow on my skin rootsI am a tree of the debrisI eat the leaves in backdrops of the sun’sbuzz; rain does nothingto me. Between stem and finger,I desert you like a mosaic of bones. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. I was […]

Faces.

December 27, 2020.Reading time 2 minutes.

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, […]

and a half-cigarette.

December 27, 2020.Reading time 2 minutes.

the sea barrows in half-cigarettes, burnt in untombedwords, as I spin liesto the dust father made before I left to my ghosts atop the tearsunder the moon. Soon, soon I will lay among the stead, the fleshpulled back to its sanctum of blood; the grave cavelike a hood made of white petals atethe sun and […]