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?
Tag: poetry
YOU vs. ME part 4: BEHIND
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“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
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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
YOU vs. ME part 1: HONESTLY
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
Omaha – Video
I wrote this poem on a road trip last year. Here it is performed in my room.
Clair de Lune
Art History Poem
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 6Poem 9Here’s what I learned in Art History:A woman in a Renaissance painting has powdered white skin (no other color)and never fartsor shitsor vomits after too much wine.No one has to hold back her pompadourwhile 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