Pikes Peak Community College
Haikus of Finding Lostlost in a forestfor the last 5 hoursmeditations with treeswomen exhale smoke in Spainstep over glass on Irish streetsWhere do I fly next?reading Lorde alonein the black night silencelaundry spins in the machine188 days backpacking2 more remainlover …
If you don’t crack jokes on Twitter about Avoiding your writing by being on Twitter,Are you even a writer?What did people do before the internet?Jane Austen wrote letters instead of chapters,Took long walks past fields and seashores,Exchanged gossip with her neighbors.Lord …
HOUSE When my house burned down, I built myself into a house. I wanted to understand. WATER I thought I found your body underwater Near the lake you were born in. It was only a reflection— It’s hard for me …
You said you’d marry meon Beltane,the Gaelic May Day,when life and earthare at their peak.You said I’d be your Flora,your goddess of Spring,we’d exchange hands and we’ d exchange rings;You said you’d merrily marry me,and forever bemy Jack-in-the-Green.I said I’d jump …
In the city full of misery There were people in the ferry They were glad and about to celebrate They did not know about their inevitable fate They felt hilarious to buy the ferry tickets But the man was greedy who found nuggets “This is too …
She, who loves me despite of my flaws and imperfections,She, who never left my side even just for a second,She, who put smile and happiness in my bad days,She’s one of my dogs, and her name’s Cleo.Her short tail that …
Michele Battiste is the author of Waiting for the Wreck to Burn (Trio House, 2019), Uprising ( Black Lawrence, 2014), and Ink for an Odd Cartography ( Black Lawrence, 2009). She is also the author of several chapbooks, including Left: Letters to Strangers (Grey Book, 2014). Her …
Poem Version: All seasonsAll colorsAll sights for eyes to seeAll soundsAnd all smells tooAll for a heart to melt overAll to see your faceOh SummerMy cousin has come to me fallingNow I wish it wasn’t meWasn’t my turnYou know me …
ONE She was the center of the universe But only for an instant And then She died away. As she lay there sleeping, The stars zoomed past And she was no more, But one With all that is. UNGROUNDED Let us swimLet …
What, off-white existence.Quiet, until a stabbing Marks us red (& the unlucky deadHave nowhere to go — Messiahs are word of mouth, Afterlife out of the question)We live lives proofed by resistance;To be is to refuse their willingTo mark myself with that, familiar …