Tag: Elisabeth Horan

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.

Tunnel of a Fat Woman

Elisabeth Horan

In my tunnel of a fat woman I only hear songs Do u really want to hurt me Do u really want to make me cry To be thin as a bird No extra fat, one can fly I would die 4u Only if u want me 2 Farther than 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.

Some Fellas Love

Elisabeth Horan

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 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.

Podium Hopes

Elisabeth Horan

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 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.