By Clara ElizabethWeeping dew above our heads soaks through grandfather-aged raftersAs we basement lurk —Heads thick from your Newport candles,A grotesque aphrodisiac. As we basement lurk —The stench of boozing …
By Clara ElizabethAs the cratered husk that is churned out by impermanence and latent greed.You must taste the floral fringes of this already quickly blooming nightAs if you are momentarily …
You need to turn the volume up.There is no one else to give the wheel to. You must wake yourself up.Turn the volume up.Please. When the moon was halfway downYou …
By Clara ElizabethIf you are going to dance in the community ballroomTo a different tune than the othersDo so with eyes wide Do not be blindedWhile you swing with your …
By Clara ElizabethIf we are here constructing narrativesI’m a much better story-teller than you are.My grandmother was a poet, taught by Langston Hughes.It was more like this:I was Little Red …
By Clara ElizabethOrpheus,Why do you move to smoke your cigarette away from me?I breathe your air regardless–Every time you touch me it hurts.The way you move death between your teeth,I, …
By Clara ElizabethMy Beloved Keeper,You work early morningsReturn late at nightYou are gone for days at a time.I have created an entire world for myself, in this empty house of …
By Clara ElizabethWe should not be told about war like we are.We should be told about war like it is the real thing.(You are in a shrouded room with loved …
