Climb a mountain
with the thorns
of singing roses
on your lips
kiss me slowly
true and quiet
so I’ll learn
the pain of love
Poem by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
The Truest Thing We’d Ever Known by Cardboard cities
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Only Pain will Please the Queen
With
hands of Bronze and golden voice
she strikes a fear into your bones
a crown of velvet
red and mean
burns shadows
on both
sand and sea
a storm of vicious hell and fire
splits through all she deems unclean
goodbye, goodbye
to joy
to love
for only pain will please the queen
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
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Never Neverland
Original Sketch for a painting I made for my grandma
-Angie
Knowledge
Shine upon my heart and hands
fill my veins with strength divine
give me bright and blinding light
that paints the truth upon my skin
“Knowledge” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Photo by Fairytale Couture
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A Stage Well Set
in well-worn rooms
dimly lit dreams of love heavily loom
the way the mouth moves when it speaks
the sort of voice you taste before you
hear
inhale
inhale
inhale her
Artwork: Solitude is Bliss by Suzanne Koett
“A Stage Well Set” by Meaghan Merrifield
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Together
You and I can fly like crows
through salted air
and sleeping smoke
nights will welcome
all our pecking
come away
please come away
“Together” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Together” by Brooke Weeber
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Kamala at Dusk
A lady brown with loving heat
Sleeping softly in the grass
Her beauty travels in the wind
weaving sweetness into dusk
lazy flowers bow and sway
Then press their bodies to the Earth
stems and petals shine in song
then sleep in comfort til the dawn
“Kamala at Dusk” by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Artwork: “It’s All in Your Head” by Valentina Ramos
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Hearing Her
To Hear Her
it all returns.
the dark room,
the shrinking veins,
the strong, rageful pumping at her center
it travels like wind
here and then gone
waking and sleeping on a clock of it’s own
Hearing Her by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
I wrote this several months after my girlfriend broke up with me in 2004. It’s probably published in my high school livejournal along with other evidence of teenage angst. We all used to feel our feelings very publicly in those days. I’m sure I wrote this hoping that she would contact me out of pity. Now I’m marrying a man, and she’s teaching english to impoverished Ecuadorian children.
Artwork by Leigh Viner
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