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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Summer

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

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This Old House

Boarded up and left alone

quietly sleeping on the hill

.drafty windows.

.weeping willow.

where I used to be

she’s not so sad to me, no.

she’s not so old to me

squeeking doors and scuffed up floors

tattered drapes

torn from their rods

songs and lies down every hall

but still there’s sweetness in this dust

Unfinished Song by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

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My morning in Velvet

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.

Unrecorded Song

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

.

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