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
I am not a lesbian. Not really.
but I know what it is to ache for a woman.
To be her smiles and her tears
That she is the truth
To fantasize about feeling her breasts and her belly
About making her cum
About making her feel less lonely
but I am not a lesbian
” I am not a Lesbian” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: The Secret by David Delruelle
1.) Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
“Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is”
2.) Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
“Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
3.) Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.”
4.) Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates
“The hell with this aching, suffering, callow, half-assed delusion that he was in “love” with her. The hell with “love” anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.”
5.) Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
“They’ve got no idea what happiness is, they don’t know that without this love there is no happiness or unhappiness for us–there is no life.”
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.