there is a burn and I turn my head scouring for the source of the scourge. there is a worm in the sand of my soul buried… Read more “Exposure- Aurora Phoenix”
Author: Aurora Phoenix
I discovered poetic power as a bright light among dark moments. I wield weapon grade phrases among lavender blossoms. I write at https://auroraphoenixdoc.wordpress.com/
Lunacy – Aurora Phoenix
your skin should be alabaster encapsulating the moon’s shimmering aloof luminescence as it does. in your absence musty tatters of scorched indigo shroud forlorn luna. … Read more “Lunacy – Aurora Phoenix”
I never feared death – Marilyn Rea Beyer
I never feared death Until you died. Now – again – I fear facing you With your dark curls and your Sinatra sneer. Like on… Read more “I never feared death – Marilyn Rea Beyer”
Back to Life – Aurora Phoenix
the Cat in the Hat stands on his tail on my head spinning his collection de chapeau haute couture hats of many colors juggles his among mine… Read more “Back to Life – Aurora Phoenix”
To Live Like Shakespeare – Marilyn Rea Beyer
I want to live like Shakespeare. I could move to Stratford-Upon-Avon And live down the block from Anne Hathaway. But I’m not into the tourist trade.… Read more “To Live Like Shakespeare – Marilyn Rea Beyer”
Bad Touch – mahish.asur-mar.dini.
At eight, I used to read the newspaper aloud. I read, “A GIRL OF 3 RAPED BY 7.” My aunt, horrified, said, “Who puts such news in… Read more “Bad Touch – mahish.asur-mar.dini.”
On Any Given Sidewalk – Aurora Phoenix
we walk in sync identic hips and matching strides gamely we pound city streets fitness and Fitbit driven we tramp not here for your errant eyes sliming… Read more “On Any Given Sidewalk – Aurora Phoenix”
The Aftermath of Asking
Elizabeth Boquet on the importance of “no”
Weyward Walk- Aurora Phoenix
the killdeer eyed me somberly from a surreptitious vantage point after it had skittered its twinkled toed trek across my path. riverside plover pleads with me in… Read more “Weyward Walk- Aurora Phoenix”
Things Rosy – Aurora Phoenix
PFINGSTROSEN Monika Rinck in allen phasen der faltung nisten die büschel, geballte pakete, dicht, eng und stumm hockt in knospen das drängen nach fetten vermoddelten zentren… Read more “Things Rosy – Aurora Phoenix”
Whisper and the Roar 