our bruised and battered sky
weeps–
suspended
in scars
from the passionate strikes of
a relentless summer heat.
She
is all that remains of a day
too cruel to be unseen.
“Marked” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Brain Ticket” by Richard Vergez
http://society6.com/RichardVergez/Brain-Ticket_Print
You see
her apricot shoulders
dressed with auburn wisps
that —drift—- drift
like feathers into the clouds above.
Hovering over your
hungry stares,
delighted,
she parts her plum, puckered lips
to free a stirring sigh
that breaks your body
and blurs your mind.
She
is the most heavenly dessert
you will never
taste.
“The Voyeurs” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Alicia Ortiz
A necrotized
claw has sprouted from the
neck of my favorite lace gown.
At first, it was a pool
of strawberry syrup
as bright and red
as a freshly skinned knee–
And then,
under the hanging tangerine fog of a Sunday afternoon,
it melted upward
into a
nagging,
sickled flower
of bloodless quiet
anticipating its reflection
in me.
“The Grim” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
I bask in the mist
of forgotten monsoons and slow-crawling moons.
Where my naked back,
strong and silky,
pleads for the brilliance of electric green blasts
to ride above me
in explosions that leave sparks
in my hair.
and scars on my neck
that will never fade away
like time seems to do
“In Time for Forever” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Steven Quinn
http://society6.com/terra3/Sleep-sz1_Print
His fingertips
made numb by the chills of solitude
reach out
to feel her body writhe.
She is a cold, wet snake under his touch,
slick and yielding like clay.
Whispers in the stale air agree
that she is a decaying wretch.
Still,
he seeks her spoiled heart
and her cloudy eyes
to save him from seclusion.
“The Lonely Man’s Monster” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Utentes Adormecidos” by Hugo Barros
http://society6.com/hugobarros/Utentes-Adormecidos_Print
a glorious gust
of bellowing wind
swept me up
and blew me round
through honey-colored
dew and lace
above the tame and hollow town
the thrill of flight
was full
but brief
for dust that travels
with the breeze
must always settle in the ground
in cracking bricks
of dismal peace
-Angie
Artwork: “Flying High” by Vin Zzep:
http://society6.com/vincepezzaniti/flying-high-VVN_Print
A resentful heart
splintered and stale
settles slowly
like the angry tides
that thrash before the radiant sun
then smack the shore
tired and defeated
but wiser than before
“Wise Old Sea” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Sarah Cruce
http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce
whispers surf on the wind
seeking the minds of men
where to conquer next, little dogs?
A world we have lived in
but never have seen
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