Tag: AmWriting

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! 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 it a front, call it a…

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…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Flip the Script It had to look real. Bruise had to be shaped just so. Lampshade swayed like Newton’s law. Equal but opposite. It was the only heavy object within reach. Timed carefully. The neighbors would…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Mrs. Bumblebee Over cinnamon apple tea, technicolor pictures galore, she dreamed of her lover, and so much more. I was a starving artist, oil streaked carnations, arm’s reach. I danced with peasants, and ate with kings….

Guilliean reads three of her poems; stream in your browser while you read along. The Monster That Ate Time Unfriendly fountain An ugly monster dances whilst watching the time Hello World Hello World has the distinction of being the very first poem I ever wrote, circa 1997. hello world, what…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! random dis connect Have you ever found yourself talking but not understanding what you were saying? Like it was all on autopilot? like your skin is not your skin? Your lips were not yours? This is…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! World Out There I know there’s a big world out there I’m just a girl with striped underwear. I go to sleep every night Creating lives I’ve never lived. I talk myself down from the dullness…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Pale Orchid Happy people are sickening No one is ever that happy all the time It feels so good to be bad Fighting against the pure I let the rage fester, poisoning my conscious Blistering pustules…