Category Poetry

hate the living, love the dead

I was blue on that blue moon Or was it the wolf. Where I was like Virginia or Sylvia, howling with rage and gloom. And death was there And she was digging out as I was digging in. I was the infant in the woods dragged away. The creature hating its creator, But unlike the […]

‘ This mess we’re in ‘ – Collaborative – S.K. Nicholas & Samantha Lucero

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:
     the lights are always on now, no one ever sleeps.    i am one of those dreamless alien lights; one of those nobody’s cradled in the teeth of a high-rise window. my building’s a fang that pierces an eye of god. i loved you more because…

EMILY

i was once obscure like food stains under skirts or a film of oil on a flowers tongue but i grew to be a bigger blemish like a birthmark on gods face until i had to hide away so no one saw death had come on many occasions and i, the greeter at the door […]

old friends

slay the beast that like a dissolving silhouette roams at the corner of your eye leaves when you walk to it stays a friendly whisper in your ear on your weakest, ugliest days. find the piece of you that’s rotting (we’ve all got one) hunt it out,                 […]

you’re not religious

some people are only religious when they see Mary on the corner with a heart-wet mouth. h a i l  Mary, full of avian bones and candy wrappers they pick up at disneyland that you never see get thrown away. won’t you be mine? perhaps. she makes them think of their mother smart and streetwise […]

“she brings curses” will be featured in “entombed in verse: an epitaph for salem.”

some months ago, i wrote a poem for an anthology chiefly interested in salem history (no, not this one!) and it was accepted for publication. it’ll be featured in the upcoming book named above. you can find more details about it [HERE]. that will apparate you to a pre-order page, but you can read the […]

all the beds are made – samantha lucero

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:
when did you keep god under your tongue, like an uninvited pill from that plastic nurse behind a wall, masked and reaching out to hand you an orange mood in a paper cup made in L.A. for whom did your milky eyes blur, or from whose unseen stare…

a shriveled love note in the barrel of an empty gun – samantha lucero

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:
the man i loved who never knew was tall like most men girls love & never tell he was? t h e? unreachable one in missing scenes of my other life — one i could’ve had, but couldn’t, & now i can’t at all — he was that…

the monsters are due on vine street

of a grin usually on the missing persons board at truck stops where famished men would pick up hitch-hiking girl-children run aways, escaping home to find themselves, smelling like violins in the attic here she is in red-hot-red, rose-red, blood-red, a portrait streak of glitter high-heels with no hosiery ankles with tattoos of talaria wings and a […]

don’t be afraid of the dark

it’s my desire that the membrane of featureless dark slumbering between you and a living, breathing world will never scare you, not from letting go and dreaming. i want you to be as untroubled as a feline shadow stretching back like the vivid light in your young eyes for you to know that nothing creeps not in […]