The sun, she reaches down to stroke
the soft red skin of poppies smiling
Heat moves quickly through the garden
Worlds between them blossom bright
Green and Yellow wide awake
holes and corners washed to white
Breaths of light blown into shadows
Til she folds away to sleep
Summer by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Artwork: “Lovers” by Arantxa Rueda
More of Arantxa’s Work here:
http://society6.com/ArantxaRueda
Cricket by Leigh Viner
Engenue by Leigh Viner
Leigh’s Etsy Shop here:
through the cracks in the sunset
she slithers like night
she traps us in silence
and swallows the light
but still you shine loudly
your song like the sun
and you dance in her cage
til the darkness has gone
Resilience by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Vanessa Cate
His mouth mischevious
spouting secrets with excitement
sufficiently controlled
expertly executed
his adoring audience seems to agree
i depart with tears well-timed and offense poorly feigned
matches unmet
my bed big and cold
my walls narrow and white
………………….i suppose i’ll wake up tomorrow
Fragmented Thoughts by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Lance Gilette
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The rosy pink
that kissed your flesh
is floating through the room like ash
and here I lay
alone but warm
tangled up in soft goodbyes
“The Morning After” Unfinished Poem by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Photo by Noel Alvarenga
the bitter kiss of compromise
stained your lips and stole your voice
you’re a stranger I’m a ghost
and i can’t reach through all your noise
I’d float through all our clouds of smoke
That’s if I felt I had a choice
Every morning I feel older
dark nights crawl, and warm days race
you’re so black and I’m too blue
our bed is such a lonely place
Every day we wake up dry
in fields too brown for rain to save
sleep in weeds until we die
sleep in weeds until we die
Time will bury girls and boys
paint their minds then blow away
I was bright and you were new
I was a poem yesterday
now cut my skin or kiss my mouth
The notes I sing are always gray
and every time you looked at me
My eyes were hard
My eyes were drained
My eyes were nothing much
My Eyes by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
This song is about my relationship with my first live-in boyfriend after we grew tired of each other. I just remember scrubbing plates in our kitchen thinking, everything in my life is losing color but at least I can look out the window while it happens. Years after we broke up, I started working on an album and wanted to capture that feeling in a song., but the chords I wrote felt very repetitive and didn’t really capture the mood accurately, so I scrapped the project.
Untitled Sketch drawn while listening to Kid A
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
His ruined ears can hear no truth
His soiled hands can share no warmth
I know his eyes seem soft at times
but they’ll steal what’s good in you
you’re just his fool
you’re just his fool
dance a jig to make him laugh
you’re just his fool
his loyal fool
Good Old Captain Crow
Your pity gets the best of you
that crooked fool you see is you
i know he’s lonesome, lost, and blind
but you can’t bring him back to life
“Captain Crow” from unfinished musical titled A Woman Made Cold
& Partial Portrait of a Man by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
More of Angie’s poetry here:
https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/angie/poetry-angie/
You can’t offer men that which is tender and warm
When your heart is so spoiled it curdles fresh blood.
When your footsteps are warning of mercilous storm
and your souring milk tastes of cold bitter mud.
Once a beautiful flower now drowning in waste
while the fields that surround you flourish in light
that which can feed you, you fear for its taste
So you comfortably rot in the darkness of night
Opening Poem for an unfinished musical titled A Woman Made Cold.
by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
More of Angie’s Poetry here:
https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/angie/poetry-angie/
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