Tonight,
my mistress will cough on fumes of annihilation
as she dreams of me in my fine silk gown–
strolling through the flames
of monday dawn
-unscathed-
with a soft embrace
nestled in my pocket
for her to keep
until her time
has burned away
“Sweet Dreams” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
It was you who put the sweaty taste
of metal in my mouth
while shouting
about hopeless eternities.
But
you forget
that I have seen the Ivory moon
rising slowly over the
lovers and the liars
who live in dream-stained darkness.
“All Cages Break in the Night” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Steven Quinn
Through amber winds
I hear
the haunting, grey whisper
of a woman drowning
in a memory —
in a memory-
that cannot float.
Photographs by Heather Landis
paper planes swoop–
glide
over the sweet salt of the sea
loop around rosy lips,
pursed.
they fall into a pucker,
then a kiss
which dives
crashes quick
deep into the belly of everything
“Pale Planes” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Claire Pestaille
crisp colgate teeth
line up to greet
his the mouth
which easily espouses such buttery sounds–
such a face calls for a crowd,
necks obligingly stretch–
crane
appease the self indulgent game
upsetting, nauseating
need for recognition
praise
fame
frame
emptiness contained
“Frame” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Franz Falckenhaus
The bodies have been thrown,
face down,
in the dusty, amber mud.
Their boneless chests
and pale, pearl bellies
hang
like dying vines
over silent hills–
with
arms outstretched
in praise of a master
both dead
and alive
in the heartless sky
“For Him” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “The Hills” by Patty Maher
in the african twilight
an abyssinian nightjar
came to me
mournful
and
broken
for he could not speak–
he stepped into my palm
cautiously
so that I could hold
his silent will
against my own–
and we were two
voiceless creatures
alone
together
” I See Myself in Him” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
The Show Tell Project 