Author: Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

Surviving a suicide with my help

Elisabeth Horan

Forever is exhausting. Andrew is never gone… Just like we are never over Not that we are the same, and yet We are something like forever. Alive. Or dead. Does it even matter? What we do, even when in shadows. Is anyone really, ever, listening? I touch your chin as Read more

Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

Why do I even bother

Elisabeth Horan

God, can I write anything lovely anymore The lark the thrush the yew the bush Tone it down, lighten it up Look in the mirror—throw up My hands and say: I can’t take it anymore; I’m not ok I’m not ok See, then, I’ve made you worry… see Me look Read more

Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

Reminiscing 2018;

Elisabeth Horan

I walked straight off some pier the end of the roof — gutter baby it ended at the keyword *failure   our faces kissing as if hogs to slaughter It ended at midnight I turned           to stone   the end of your cock – ringed-necked pheasant I always have Read more

Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

Blank Slate

Elisabeth Horan

I want to tell you about the times I fell in love with you. I should say hi, First. So, hi. The first time You opened A slim door; you said, come anytime, Show me your insides. I wanted to tell you about the times I wanted to marry you. Read more

Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

Ode to my life partner

Elisabeth Horan

Oh, loyal friend, I should not begin an ode Like this, without first explaining my need to write these words. How much have I hurt you? Let me count the ways. In the spring of our lives, and likely until Our dying days. Was not of malice, but something so Read more

Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

Dark Carnival

Elisabeth Horan

Don’t make me go not down there where tacks rule the floor donkey carcasses everywhere Not now. Not yet. haven’t finished my last punishment yet. Still plucking each hair off my body. For carnal sin, for decadence Please no. So dark. So lonely. I imagine scuttling crabs all around me. Read more

Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.

I can press my womanhood into the void

Elisabeth Horan

Ghost imprint in the wall holds a hand shape Small boy presses into brick and mortar to disappear Invisibly thin sucking in his air – forgets to release an exhale No noise invisible boy becomes fresh paint As he dries on the breath of someone who should not— have touched Read more

Elisabeth Horan

Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.