The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

The Life of Lightning

by fyarlgiles



I am a striking rod of Violet-white–

shooting fast

through bombs of thunder and  swollen rainclouds

on unsuspecting summer eves.

I am fleeting, but sharp.

an intense shock of brilliance and pain

that others fear

and admire.

But when the night implodes

in a mushroom cloud of fury and fire,

I too

become plain

and pale–

A Nothingspecial

floating, unnoticed,

through the day

like ash.

Grassland Blues

by fyarlgiles


After the death

After the peace

are the gravestones

topped with fuzzy moss and sun-dried tears.


the slimy, felt moaning

of infinity–

rolling slowly into every coffin

and every urn.

There is no place but here

for there is no place

at all

“Afterdeath” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Hugo Barros


You are in the Past

by fyarlgiles


there was a night last December

when your cherubic fingers

broke off

and slid into my ear

because they couldn’t bare to feel for you


Your parts,

like me,

 know that you are more

than they are–


and meaner


and more masterful

but you

can touch no one

without them

” Your Parts” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Jesse Trees

The Burn of Reinvention

by fyarlgiles


slick puddles of  a  rainbow destroyed

lay like bubbling ponds

in the boiling August sun.

Waiting patiently

to singe the skin off my feet

and leave in its absence

vibrant, waxy splotches

of fuchsia

and brilliant topaz

that make me New

and young


“The Burn of Reinvention” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Dessi Terzieva

I am you

by fyarlgiles


There is a  mountain

betwixt the hearts of lovers

That cannot be climbed

nor eroded

by the prickles of hail

It sits

through iron-willed blizzards

and roaring fires.



None have tried to break it

or tunnel through it’s chest

Instead, they dream right passed it

and so

it falls

 to dust.

“Betwixt Lovers” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Ayman Zedani

In Time for Forever

by fyarlgiles


I bask in the mist

of forgotten monsoons and slow-crawling moons.

Where my naked back,

strong and silky,

pleads  for the brilliance of  electric green blasts

to ride above me

in explosions that leave sparks

in my hair.

and scars on my neck

that will never fade away

like time seems to do

“In Time for Forever” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Steven Quinn

Into Destruction

by fyarlgiles


Don’t get Sassy,

fiery hellmouth. 

Artwork by Steven Quinn