Serena didn’t regret the deal, not exactly. Yet, for long years she hadn’t come back here,
where it all began. The ocean lay at her feet, seemingly quiet, but Serena could hear a muffled rumble in the
deep. The water was distrustful like a loyal dog whose master had gone off to a long war and
when he finally returned, he’d changed so much that his old friend found it difficult to
recognise him. Serena had a good life or at least that’s what she kept telling herself. The s
I come from a country mistaken for Spain,
although just as passionate, we’re not as famous.
We sound Russian to some,
or we speak Mexican to others. I come from cobblestone curbs and confusing roads,
from warm beaches and sand up ass cracks,
cocky men that flexed by the sea while I mustered the courage to strip.
Women sun-bathed in their towels when I was too embarrassed to wet my feet. I come from churros and chocolatey goodness,
from street fairs and brightly lit car
Mouths of Flowers I want to publish
a book filled with poems
that you can’t read
you will have to touch them
you will have to breathe them in
the poems will be so small
that they will be written
on the hearts of hummingbirds
they will be so elegant
that they will reside
in the mouths of flowers. Our Place meet me
in the place
where there are
just the ocean
and the blue of us. Mother The beginning.
We spread her ashes
around the firelight.
She was no
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Dry Run old days have folded — I’m
calling to nothing.
they were rushed, now the drumroll
everything i once loved stands in a row of statues
— in that slumber i sense their
holding, but upon a
leaning their support’s as strong as dust.
fear and courage ellipticals though it
won’t ever balance out, and every
next time snares itself.
these days my heart never opens except when
it shatters to even gloved touch.
each moment i ignore a million little
distraction of technology
the white moon
folded back into golden clouds
in blue skies
hung over peach lilies the sun reclines
as night sweeps in with a song
and psalms of light
than the lyrics of day, and here i stand
drinking it all in;
but as i look around
no one notices
i wonder if they observe
anything other than the screens
of their phones— technology can be a wonderful tool,
but sometimes it can be distracting;
“The things I could tell you about the underside of a rat’s chin if only I had the right words for their importance!” - 'Mischief', 137 in Attrib. by Eley Williams Influx Press, 2017. Buy the book: Here! ...the narrator exclaims in ‘Mischief’ towards the end of Attrib., and in a way sums it all up. Her cry acknowledges the difficulty of language, how we sometimes struggle to find the right words, to recognise the wrong words, to understand or even use words. The narrator cla