All Posts By Elisabeth Horan

Dusk falls in the night with no end

Hours slip by ticking Out cells of my eyes One laborious, one Yogurt, wet, heavy Slides thick like thighs Waitout the drumlike Dance of...

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Some Fellas Love

Some fellas love a gal a good old fashioned gal a pitter patter nice to meet you pin up doll pin down plastic eyed baby bitch ass wipe butt...

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Podium Hopes

Para mutual relay race Often ends on twisted ankles Mississippi River finish Photo op, fine way to end this – Sore loser, I am,...

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This Started off as a Love Poem

Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s...

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My Husband Doesn’t Want Another Baby

what kind of canyon is so deep it’s impossible to hit bottom how deep the fault line might go under earth armor, violence as naughty...

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Like My Son, Who I Lost

He reminded me of my son; my son who I lost. He had the same hair, brown and tousled; the same eyes, vacant, almond oceans of angst. I...

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A Beautiful Crashing

You are right, like always. I will not take one other step without said approval. I only want to be on your road but look and see –...

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For James

Hey man, it’s ok. It’s me. You don’t have to do this anymore. My name is just a name. The rope was just a rope the weed...

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So. I. Do. This.

You don’t have to be lonely. I am right here waiting to light up your eyes. I am a dying sun and you are right, I am the realest...

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And They Say, Poor Woman

I don’t know why I drink. For the way it makes me feel I guess – like so maybe the bad things don’t feel like they are...

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What I Did

You, are not just something I write about – for, of, around or under. You, are something that flies so close to my wing then dives...

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Hmm, So Wistful

for the motel days. for the barbecues and the merry-go-rounds picking the best ponies, not enough to go around. so under the sheets, we are...

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