There was a woman on the third floor She sang ‘you are my sunshine’ constantly What kind of trauma had she endured? Me with my lack of tonsils Choked by cigarette smoke and the smell […]
The writing and photography of Mandy Joy Poole
Tag: Poetry
animals in waiting
can you feel me retreating? i tuck my tail in head for the river to drink from the water and replenish all that was lost in the continuum we rallied under street lights sifted through […]
universally yours,
what if I miss you and those are the only feelings I have left to feel what if I’m so tired my eyes won’t open all the way I miss all the signs danger, danger […]
weight
i can feel my heart pounding in my ears it is not fear it is just the weight just that i carry around, three times the average gravitational pull i am quick i am fluent […]
could have been Anthony
my jaw clicks it is the same click shared by my uncles and my dad i often wondered had i been born with- out a purpose had i been an Anthony instead of what […]
if you read it fast, it’s better
i found the draft and caught the chill between my fingers time passes quicker than street lights 20 seconds later we all stop and watch the youngster cross the road holding our breath hoping everyone’s […]
forget.release
meet me at my watery edges cast your judgements aside and find that you are free there are no eyes on you but mine forget release accept fate and all of its disclaimers the distance […]
the good dark
I wonder how long it will take you to forget what my face looks like – what my hands feel like. All the silly promises we made took off in the take off. My life […]
every night
maybe I do go to the valley of the shadow of us every night I smell that woodsmoke I see that constellation I am alone in the in-between where you and I were and whatever’s […]
kintsukuroi
waiting for something that resembles gold when life is a whole lot of copper maybe tomorrow will be different when the sun breaks they call it dreaming but i’m most often awake to watch the […]
early February
every day another line in my eulogy how many pages will I fill? i built the city of me on unrequited dreams sitting, wishing, waiting change is coming M.
rest assured.
Yes, I think about you. All the time. All the time I so gleefully wasted, fully aware you would leave. I still don’t know why I did it. I guess it was like fool’s gold- […]
skin
I decorate my skin with signs that I’ve felt something, signs that I’ve done things in my life. Made memories. Had dreams and desires. I decorate my skin in black ink; starkly contrasted on my […]
think of me like a house
think of me like a house with a hundred compact rooms filled with antiques and broken mirrors the bones are still good think of me like a house with mismatched chairs and vaulted ceilings my […]
Open
I sleep with the window open To drown all my thoughts in the rain I wait for the freedom of a deep yawn, all of my night moves delayed I wonder what you’re doing in […]
new moon
when you fell into my sky it was purple and orange it was blessed with yellow flowers and honey bees there was no need to command attention when you fell out of my sky it […]
