My goodness relents
to bath in muddy waters.
for a moment
unwatched
I break
embracing my own corruption
There is no forgiveness
only the bliss
of truth
“Self” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
Tag: poem
The Pack
I doze in the grove with the sun on my nose
where gentle wolves laze
on orange afternoons
together
we breathe in
a cloud of pollen and salty sky
tangled up in the bloom of may
dirt on my face
on my back
in my hair
a beast in the wild
where I belong
“The Pack” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Adahy” by Chris Tate:
Taste of a Woman
She is the taste that leaves me withered
and sore
but still
My lips tremble in anticipation of her
I crave endlessly
her porcelain shoulders
slim and flushed
against satin sheets and velvet pillows
devour me
til dawn
til death
let me
inhale
all that you are
“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Pledant:
Look Back in Anger
my form and what it contains
for once
one in the same
they say you see red
but all
i ever see
is
you
“Look Back in Anger” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Francis Bacon
Daughter of Neptune
There is an icy ocean that stirs in my fingers and toes
a vivid body of aquamarine,
deep and whole
that moves me into lush gardens
and sparkling kingdoms
where new life flows
from the stars in my eyes
“The Source” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce
Alive
fear and rage as raw as pain
dwell within the devil’s jungle
I was born of wicked waters
quaking in her red lagoon
cast away from ivory towers
stained with pearls of misery
wild blood
burns in my hands
unbound by heaven’s harmony
now
with fists that throb and howl
I will strike
for I am free.
-“Birth” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Deborah Stevenson:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/deborahstevensonart
When We Fall
Whether we fall by ambition,
blood,
or lust
Like diamonds
we are cut with our own dust
by Joseph Webster
Artwork by Sammy Slabbinck
Animus
copper cricket
in the shadow
cursed with cheerful melody
all your chirping
deafens you
to blue notes
in your
memory
“Animus” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
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