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 kiss mother in law type of shoe lick. You like em like that Ted you like em to be good to listen and mind write poems […]

About 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.

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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, always Have been, since about the age of ten ~ Used a donkey running partner – Used a tactic seen by many Of sprinting naked To help you chase me Kept […]

About 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.

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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 ten:fifty, or conversely, four:forty six in your face-plain the granite, too awaits a turn to be chiseled. I swore before I’d never leave this shanty Never would consider the land o plenty Of city […]

About 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.

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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 as my tantrum, when he defies me again with the: n.o. I’m terrible twos again choke throat and spine puncture mucus lungs and asthma purveyor the stress of home. and […]

About 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.

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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 still can’t breathe from the vacuous loss, he walked away one night after we fought. He was doing drugs, I could tell he was, and I threatened […]

About 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.

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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 – you haven’t invited me – so I float and scamper saying this and that, trying to get your attention, and the attention of the good and somber […]

About 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.

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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 was something helpful – at least that part was fun. I left you, and I am sorry. I wasn’t as strong as you. You, who had it roughest […]

About 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.

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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 all my fault. So that if I hurt you, I will remember it fuzzy-like. Like maybe you had asked for it; or perhaps my actions were justified in […]

About 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.

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