tonight the old couch with new cushions holds red feathers between its seams seems like it could fly or stretch talons into black stilettos of matching leather thrown out of the bedroom the boa was discarded before the chain on…
Category: Big Tent Poetry Prompts
Poem: Laundry Day on the Balcony
we are separated by damp slacks, damper jeans, sweaters, slips and bras one woman charged w prostitution and false reporting handcuffed in the hospital after a man after a party held her to the bed and she only c(oul)d remember…
Poem: Red Hiding Hood
Hidden in the small flame I will remember My father is looking for your father They know they drove nails through everyone’s Hands Words, not my own Hidden in the small flame I called Whore mark Hair Fragrance Dry feet…
Poem: Sho(v)e|s
my revolution wears dirt like lipstick and god d|ess the blood is gorgeous if you’d just get close enough to taste my scrapes under gauze & plaster I fell on the ice again in practical shoes I’m not authentic —…
Poem: Drinking Games
enough whiskey for the vampire to get drunk off me enough wine to believe he prays for my forgiveness enough beer to cry in stranger’s lap —your eyes look dark —we’ve been out all night not enough champagne to make connection…
Poem: What Keeps Me Awake
his bones resurface from the ashpit whenever I think I’ve crushed his final nib & forklifted more lush flames onto his grounds last week it was a hand passed itself up through char & cupped compacted crater lip clunk clunk…