Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by Sitraka on Unsplash Fields of Elisium The battlefield in my head is littered with the lovers I'll never bed, let alone wed See me ride the light of love To a place inside his heart Falling below the mists, undertow Singing the praises of an unknown soldier, Broken apart by the promise of release Fight with me, beside me, inside me Behind me, roller-coaster ride me Touch me with your letters Let's find the Elysian fields Freed from constraints, One bet to become unsealed…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by Chris Turgeon on Unsplash Page 337 In response to Lâm Thị Mỹ Dạ’s Bomb Crater Sky. Dad served two tours in the war, a media circus of Ohio hippies and escapes from Saigon via helicopter Lit by the fireworks on the nightly news, gilded in the blood of the conscripts, photographed by Leica. Building roads as a Seabee, cleaning the mud caked on his boots with gasoline The kids around the airfield would bring active landmines Held tight like teddy bears to their chests…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Masque You buy clothes you never wear To impress people who don't care You can't speak in front of crowds You should get your head checked You have blisters on your heels From shoes that refuse to be broken in You wear makeup to even out your tan Certainly not to impress a man Your mirror reflection of self Doesn't match the one inside You sing songs of love and heartbreak Because you cannot handle reality's handshake From the jump, you push everyone away To protect…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by TOMOKO UJI on Unsplash Sentimental x Unsentimental The stars in the skies Dripped into your eyes Like the beautiful ones Hold you when you're done. I'm in this for love Not procreation Fallen angels, righteous sins Raptured in misdirection. Baby it's you It's always been you From the moment I breathed You in like a fog Trip me in the dark And into your arms. And another one Pound me like a drum Brush the ivory Got me singing harmony That beast with two…