Category: poetry

  • Zelda poem #Lynel

    #lynel
    gung ho – hung tho


    i missed the lilacs bloom this year
    their sweetness and purple color.  
    Dumbass Me. Can’t believe it.  
    hooked into a jack ass with
    ass for days
    (centaur)
    nothing near as sweet as spring
    so i passed the lilacs a dozen times i bet
    one night i go outside just me
    i drop everything i can let go  
    in the grass
    no phone keys wallet
    it’s just me out there with restless crickets
    so i missed the flowers and became a kid  
    hosed out my stamina wheel  
    left the block breathless

    i sat in a cemetery before work
    on a bench by the service berries  
    white petal perfume
    pure and delicate.
    Birds chatting.  

  • YOU vs. ME part 1: HONESTLY

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    Click on the cover or right here to read part 1

    “Honestly” is the first chapter of the four-part poetry series, YOU vs. ME.

    Other titles in this series:
    Part 2: You’re Better Off
    Part 3: Leaving Everything
    Part 4: Behind

    Buy the book here

    Thank you so much for reading!
    -Eva

  • Dolce

    This poem was originally posted here a few months ago as Clair de lune. The true inspiration behind the poem was “Patience” by The Lumineers. I called it Clair de lune because I also felt this way when hearing that song, plus it’s a song everyone knows. Still, it felt dishonest to claim the true inspiration came from a universally beloved classical piece rather than a modern song! Is that silly? Here’s the latest version, which is nothing like the other version.


     

    Dolce
    After hearing “Patience” by The Lumineers

    Dear Piano,
    You are the only voice who can sing this one.
    No offense to clarinets
    But my god
    Your black and white teeth
    Bite along my spine til it straightens.
    You loosen my jaw
    Floss my teeth with your strings.
    And you’re smooth
    As a bar of soap on glass.
    Dear Piano you make my eyes roll back
    Like a tongue between my thighs.
    Unfear me.
    I was born to understand what sweet is
    in many languages.

  • Omaha – Video

     

    I wrote this poem on a road trip last year. Here it is performed in my room.

  • Kristen Tracy’s “Local News: Woman Dies in Chimney”

    I found this poem in Poetry Magazine’s December 2017 edition. I’m in love with it!

  • Keep Going

    Hello! I hope everyone’s doing well. I wrote this one yesterday, so it’s still fresh! Not sure about the title yet. I’m trying not to publish the VERY first draft of any poem because they’re rarely good enough to claim. But the 2nd and 3rd drafts? Sure. I’m an impatient millennial. I always wanna post [exciting/interesting/unusual/new] things as they happen.

    See you later! I might even do a 2018 Goals list like everyone else.

    Eva

  • Art History

    Hello!
    Last week I reached my 50,000 word goal for the month of November! To anyone else who participated in National Novel Writing Month, congratulations! This year, I wrote 50k words of poetry. On Monday, I started reading through and revising.

    To be honest, most of it is garbage. But there’s a lot of stuff in there with potential. Such as:

    November 6
    Poem 9
    Here’s what I learned in Art History:
    A woman in a Renaissance painting has powdered white skin (no other color)
    and never farts
    or shits
    or vomits after too much wine.
    No one has to hold back her pompadour
    while she pukes up her servant-made supper into a golden chamber pot.
    She doesn’t do drugs or smoke.
    Her somber expression pouts at the painters.
    The world’s first selfies.

    Now, I don’t agree with the last line even though I wrote it. The argument can be made that the world’s first selfies were actually cave paintings and little sculptures done long before Renaissance painting was a thing. Anyway, I’ve got LOTS of editing to do.

    See you soon,
    Eva Moe

  • So I Leave

    Hello,

    This one’s possibly two years old now. Since I’m writing so many new poems a day for NaNoWriMo (and my book), I thought I should share a few of my older poems.


     

    What he said was good grammar
    good tone, good smile
    How much does an artichoke weigh
    How much Truth Do You Want

    How Hard do I Tap my Feet so he Hears I wanna be light
    as a dancer on a drum
    Do I sing or scream through my window
    & how sweet do I make the sound?
    The longer I stay the faster my forearms feel dumb

    From him I inherit a thousand
    tiny vases of jagged glass
    in my gums and stutter
    on the first word I think to say
    and find there is nothing to express

    -So I Leave

  • November 21st, Poem 4

    Of the many poems I wrote yesterday for NaNoWriMo, this one was my favorite.

    I hit 30,000 words a few days ago. Hopefully on this long weekend I can catch up!