The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

A Voice without a Veil

by fyarlgiles


With a tongue sharp

and unafraid

I  pierce


  muted in-betweens

scarlet hues


browns and blues

with only modesty

 to lose

“A Voice without a Veil” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Wildlife” by The White Deer

They rise Again Without Consent

by fyarlgiles


swallowed ghosts

rise from his chest

and wander out into the spring

to haunt

to hunt

new eyes

new ears

that haven’t yet been spoiled by grief

– Angie

Artwork: Exhalation by Richard Vergez:

In the Still of the Night

by fyarlgiles


leafless birch trees stretch across the line

between the past

and the present.

Memories caught in between

slip through,

blossoming like moonflowers

in the cover of evening.

And there, below,

with time as my halo,

I bay

like a hound

mourning the day

“Night Howl” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

Building an Empire

by fyarlgiles


whispers surf on the wind

seeking the minds of men

where to  conquer next, little dogs?

A world we have lived in

but never have seen

A Man’s World

by fyarlgiles


Sons and daughters follow close

in footsteps stained with tragedy

 I make dull your brilliant shades

of joy and wondrous honesty

You’ll see me soon

a cool disgrace

naked in the blaze of day

my cowardice

my slow deceit

upon your limbs like brown decay

but on this morn

I’m strong and bold

a hero in your books and hymns

a face of calm

that won’t betray

my dears, 

remember me this way

“The Father” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck

The King’s Dinner

by fyarlgiles


That foolish heart

that quakes and quivers

 fears and fancies


for  fate affirms

that it must fall

to fix

a feast

 of florid fare


Artwork by Kris Tate:


by fyarlgiles


My goodness relents

to bath in muddy waters.

for a moment


I break

 embracing my own corruption

 There is no forgiveness

only the bliss

of truth

 “Self” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce