For the man who doesn’t need me,
I am a million wanting hands growing from stones
and impenetrable to sprout
anything at all.
Against me, an ocean.
It is a mirror
unconcerned with the self I want to see
I am facing the wrong direction
and so is he.
I am an open mouth
wrinkling for lack of moisture and he is the whale’s tail
fanning warm, salty air against my tongue.
It is then, that wet and dry are the same to a wanting body
is in a difference I refuse to know.
If only I could sink beneath the water
where his eyes are.
Would I know him then?
Art: Goodbye by Michael Harford
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
with a soft embrace
nestled in my pocket
for her to keep
until her time
has burned away
“Sweet Dreams” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
There is a mountain
betwixt the hearts of lovers
That cannot be climbed
by the prickles of hail
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
“Betwixt Lovers” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Ayman Zedani
You and I can fly like crows
through salted air
and sleeping smoke
nights will welcome
all our pecking
please come away
“Together” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Together” by Brooke Weeber
More of Brooke’s Work Here:
Emma and Josephine are Young and in Love
As we sat on the bed
the silk kissing our limbs
the ceiling cracked open to let the light in
you smiled and I felt the warm wind on my nose
the sheets and the walls fell away as we rose
floating higher and higher until we broke through
spinning and grinning, our spirits so new
soaring among those bright pieces of heaven
petting the velvety purple they rest in
Poem from unfinished play by Angie Hoover
I began writing this one night while my fiance was asleep. The moonlight was shining in through our bedroom window, and I was overwhelmed with joy and love. I revisited it several years later and planned to use it in a play that incorporated spoken word poetry. The plot focused on a lesbian romance between two southern women during the Jazz age.