Category Archives: The Lyrical Moanings

Poetry

The Maidens of Maidan

Too long the red serpent has slithered prodding us like cattle with our own trident. So we gladly join the procession to the slaughterfrontier. The burning tire pyres our pillars; our nostrils; our thick black rage. Why must we desecrate the land … Continue reading

Posted in Corpus, Current Events and Politics, The Lyrical Moanings | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Patriots

(I came across a box of old writing scraps and memorabilia. In it was this poem. Written at the age of 15, it’s pretty strange how a young girl can develop such a sensitivity to the international political climate from … Continue reading

Posted in The Lyrical Moanings | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

I used to be unique

I used to be unique. Kool-Aid hair dye and all. Boys wrote my name on bathrooms stalls. I swore at teachers. I drank vodka behind the bleachers. I puked at football games on cheerleaders. I had black eyes and cigarette … Continue reading

Posted in The Lyrical Moanings | Leave a comment

Baby Saliva is Clean

I arrived late to the party. The music was soft and sweet, Decelerating the company, Inseminating … by that I mean People were dancing. Some were writhing sluggishly, Like cut worms, on that filthy carpet, Lathering their skin’s surplus around … Continue reading

Posted in The Lyrical Moanings | Leave a comment

Entertain Us

Ushers clad in white rush the masses to their seats. Talk dulls to whispers as the queue outside depletes. A black suit waves his wand at centre stage. “It looks just like they said it would on this week’s news’ … Continue reading

Posted in The Lyrical Moanings | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Cat Woman

I did spend time throwing my body over couches, sighing deep from the belly to sad music and murky martinis. I was so heavy I would crash land at the bottom of long-necked bottles with red stained lips. But I … Continue reading

Posted in The Lyrical Moanings | Tagged , , | Leave a comment