Eva Moe

Category: poetry

  • Friends of Yours

    Good girl good girl
    We have been telling
    You for a while. Take
    A little head pat as
    Cute as third grade.
    We are in the mirror
    With your purple hat
    And pink sweater
    And you have not
    Been touched with
    Tenderness. So
    We squeeze
    Your shoulders like
    A warm sponge.
    We hope today
    You do not look for us.

  • Stamp Collecting

    It was only a matter of time. The dogs and dragons. The calendars and alphabets. The tiny pictures so easily replicable and all that confident ink. Soon, I thought in March. Soon I will give into my temptations and become a stamp collector. It is inevitable. I caved a few days ago.

    There was a moment as I played with these two, rolling the rubber carefully to avoid the edges, and this must be what people mean by stamp collecting. It’s much cooler than postage stamps.

    It’s not what they mean. People do indeed collect postage stamps, meanwhile I can’t remember which drawer mine are sleeping in [top drawer by the scissors, found ’em]. I’ll need those soon, of course. For ?? my correspondence ?? and for the letterhead, for the passionate red stamping I must do.

    This is for my correspondence.
    the dog faces the dragon.
    it’s just like you to get close, then retreat.
    it’s just like me to chase, then vanish.

    There’s more you can do with stamps than I thought. It’ll be fun to explore this new media and to add something a little extra to my letters.

    Cheers,
    Eva

  • Gone long | Ben

    Travelers always talk about returning home to find that everything’s the same. How odd, they say (I’ve said), that you can experience so much elsewhere and upon opening that front door back home, nothing’s changed except you and your perception.

    Sometimes you’re gone a long time, though, and too much happens. Part of being in the community is physical presence, and you can lose that. And sometimes, before you even return, you know that things are not the same at all.

    Ben

    I call and we catch up
    on video chat. Your friends
    got robbed and 4th of July
    was too loud to hear the
    bonfire, and my roommate
    doesn’t eat vegetables.
    When it’s time to talk
    about our friend, the reason
    I called. Both of us loosen
    our gaze somewhere past
    the phones. He was
    doing so well, too.

  • cue

    Someone else heard this buzzing and called it a B flat.
    Someone else heard Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
    and I still did not come to you. I heard be the juice and
    chose apple. I heard a tuning fork and harmonized hum
    hum hum     god the sound of my voice was blue as sky.
    blue blue blue as sky. Someone else knew how to swim
    like a kite and still be tethered to the ground.
    Someone else was

    the ground and the quick callous on the finger from
    the string. A sharp line. Someone else was the wind
    twirling like a warm-up, an arpeggio clear as a flute.
    As a B flat, as a summoning, as a come to me, as an
    I told you my name, please hear it please hear it.
    Someone else heard this buzzing and knew it
    right away and knew
    what to do with it.

  • Parallel

    Playing the violin again
    I don’t know who I am with it
    Do I not seem like it
    Has it left me
    Are the two of us together
    Strange and
    Incompatible?

  • Kurama Watches Hiei [poem]

    Yu Yu Hakusho inspired poem. Fanfic poetry? What will end up on this blog next?

    Kurama Watches Hiei

    Something about it being April
    While my friend 
    So quietly stares at the ocean 
    Like it’s a library
    His back to me. 
    One hand shoots black fire into the sky
    It falls like newspaper 
    To torch the sea 
    Scorch his arm.
    I want to tell him come here 
    Let me rinse you forever.
    I hear him laugh at this, 
    or squish his eyebrows together.
    If you can squish your eyebrows together 
    What can you do with your ears?
    Hear what my arms want 
    with your whole body
    Your head
    Rest it on my flowerbed.

  • It’s Halloween Again / weather’s acting up

    It's a half-open otherworld lately. 
    Misty metallic air, an atmosphere woven with ghosts.
    Rain's electricity fragrance. 

    It's Spring, though. Says so right here. 
    The weather even searches for softball.
    			Pull a tarot card. 
     			Candles puff their ominous orange flowers
    There's a twinkle in the eye of every pond
    glitter in the inhale
    exhale 
    of dusk and dawn
     			and all of us can fly. 
    Trees crack their backs and 
     			All black cats can talk.
    Birds chirp.
     			Your window opens.

  • YOU vs. ME part 4: BEHIND

    Click on the cover or right here to read part 4

    “Behind” is the final chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. It’s angsty. It’s full of rage and bitterness. It’s the true spirit of You vs. Me.

    Other titles in this series:
    Part 1: Honestly
    Part 2: You’re Better Off
    Part 3: Leaving Everything

    Buy the book here

    Thank you for reading,
    Eva

  • YOU vs ME part 3: LEAVING EVERYTHING

    Click on the cover or right here to read part 3

    “Leaving Everything” is the third chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me.

    Other titles in this series:
    Part 1: Honestly
    Part 2: You’re Better Off
    Part 4: Behind

    Buy the book here

    Thanks for reading!
    Eva

  • YOU vs. ME part 2: YOU’RE BETTER OFF

    Click on the cover or right here to read part 2

    “You’re Better Off” is the second chapter of the four-part poetry series, You vs. Me. This chapter was originally going to be a stand alone chapbook called “Almost Love Poems” but I decided it needed to be part of a larger story.

    Other titles in this series:
    Part 1: Honestly
    Part 3: Leaving Everything
    Part 4: Behind

    Buy the book here

    Thank you so much for reading!
    Eva