Category: Raconteuse Radio

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash Superlove I won’t let you in, I’ll fight you to the end Too close, I can no longer be your friend Love ends, where hate begins You are which of…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by Tim Rüßmann on Unsplash Where Do I Belong? All my life I straight tripped on who I was Was I Filipino, was I American? For twenty-eight years, I could not assume either role, I…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by Dustin Commer on Unsplash Kiss of Def Forever the sickest This is how I see myself A little bit cynical, always a miracle I learned early on, Depend on no one but yourself Call…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Pomegranate Juice Sweet and sour, puckered tongues, and stained fingertips I had a great line here, but I deleted it in revision I tend to ramble and I drop in images from the things I’ve learned…