Category Poetry

time who kills – samantha lucero

Originally posted on A Global Divergent Literary Collective:
who kills, father time? time who kills: all things. startling with the drip of a chrysalis stuck threading in a tapered night that once slurped on breast milk and sour bread. a man where clearwing moths have suckled in. though he peals in fishnets, loud in a…

hours 

I see those mottled photos, ornate albums of yesterdays yellow sun Of swollen women, dream-like, in a lavender field. They leash their arms around an oval-shape becoming empty; the shape deflates, the air comes out like water. It starts to breathe it’s own small breath in the shape of a person, someday a man, a […]

untitled

my scent, not his scent, but by some changeling blood could spread the same smile on halloween. on christmas waking up in blankets it didn’t fall asleep in. there’s bricks that hold down a red bottlebrush flower from 1994. remember, she called you honeysuckle, and thought rats had no bones. i remember my small hand […]

your hair that traps her

you began under the skin, a squeezing-hug swanning in the dark red. you dreamt in amniotic blankets shifting sinuously in white noise, soaking into your veins and never fleeing. you can still hear it whisper. sewn into her smell, the woman you dreamt in, but punctured, holding you tight, yet letting you keep slipping ringing […]

‘Far From Any Road’ – Collaboration II – S.K. Nicholas & Samantha Lucero

Originally posted on A Global Divergent Literary Collective:
When I looked into your eyes that time not long after we first met, I told myself that if I was given the chance, I would go ahead and do it. And such a thing would really impress you and make you want me even though I…

It’s no comfort – Samantha Lucero

Originally posted on A Global Divergent Literary Collective:
It’s no comfort knowing that you’re buried, deep down, taking earth around you like blankets that fall apart and crawl. But seasons still disrobed like actors backstage in a play, in front of everyone. Even with you gone, the world moved on. And I watched. We all…

FLORIDA – Samantha Lucero

Originally posted on A Global Divergent Literary Collective:
‘let sleeping dogs lie’ or if they’re in florida set them on fire; let them die. ‘speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world’ i am the melting ice. i am the gun on the dashboard to Savannah for the 4th of July. i am the word…

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 A Global Divergent 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…

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 […]