breaths of flame
that hunt and sting
wound the wicked
and the pure
for her body,
sheathed in glamor,
lusts for choirs
of agony
pierced and beaten
by the brave
who broke her slumber with their swords
now hate
and scorn
are in the blood
that feeds her heart
and burns for more
onyx fingers curl
and stretch
through stone and steal
through blood and death
heaven glows in all of her
the sky below
the sea above
coming slowly
like the daylight
orange, red, and yellow flow
all is brilliant
like the morning
worn but strong in clouds of silk
“The Body” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
the sherbet sky burns over the bruised mountains below
while the jealous sea thrashes about frantically
with watchful swollen eyes
and tired blood that no longer has strength to flood
legs stand
flacid arms fall
faint memories of when we
we were once able
to embrace it all
“Jealous Sea” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
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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reflect, reflect
my hollow heart
in fields of hot
and yellow death
look out, look out
upon decay
and swallow lumps
of silent calm
we’re two, we’re two
half living parts
that drink in dust
and bow our heads
we’ll crack we’ll crack
but never break
just hang in dusk
for all is lost
Eternity by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
photo: “Metaphysical Liberatarianism” by Suzanne Koett
Suzanne’s Shop:
watching the ocean flirt with the shore
from the rough
green sea bluff
that the sunlight ignores
it chases, then follows, then flows through itself
as I do
when I’m blue
as a hollow farewell
The Prince of the Sea
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse. Photo by Noel Alvarenga
Pull fire from your face till you’re boarded and blue
with eyes dark as stone
stiff
and icy to touch
though melodies spout from your heart
red and true
be quiet as moonlight
for songs strip you bare
Poem by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse; Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck
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Take all your stars
far
far away
but leave me a single, fresh fountain of white
to blow on my windows
and glow in the night
and I’ll howl
at my window til shadows take flight
“Werewolf Tower” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Cardboard Cities
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