cue

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 what to call it.

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 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

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Thank you so much for reading!
Eva

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 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