Monthly Archives: April 2016

By Julie Flanders   You raise your cup to the guy in the sky The figment of everyone’s imagination Is this despair or celebration You enter the tournament with All the enthusiasm of a gladiator facing the sword You don’t … Continue reading →

By Julie Flanders   Breathing what is right around me I now can see I stop involuntarily So that my whole body seems to be Slightly distorted Inflated Held aloft, most abruptly Like some artificial, haughty boss Ready to speak … Continue reading →

By Julie Flanders   The poem Sits like a worm Excited at both ends Wanting to connect With itself Or something like itself   The poem Waits for the word To uncurl To slither in the earth Fearlessly   The … Continue reading →

  By Julie Flanders   How have I failed To make you see The invisible nature of me I am always there Watching you Aware Of every moment you do not perceive me   I am so close to you … Continue reading →

By Julie Flanders A single light moves through hours Of darkness A single life hovers at the edges Of itself Seeking to move into the greater spaces Of love That cannot enter a place Where it is already Hidden Right … Continue reading →

By Julie Flanders   Are you still as hungry As your eyes Eating everything in sight But nothing fills Or fulfills that wish More empty Than any dish   Floating Like some forgotten satellite Your orbit left un-right And no … Continue reading →

  By Julie Flanders   All the woe-begotten, joy-besotted Debutantes Wait for him And what he wants When he wants it   She is not about to find him In the archives Where the history of the world Hides behind … Continue reading →

By Julie Flanders Crazy cabbie dances to near-death music Football author walks too fast American girl breathes heavy butterflies At the same time   A million conversations move past At the same time Interrupting each other Laughing at nothing No … Continue reading →

  By Julie Flanders   You thrive in the chords of distraction That move your life Down the tracks And lead you Back Through your history To the music of yourself   There are so many books On the shelf … Continue reading →