Emily B : Writing

when our words run

when our words run

A Poem by Emily B


old words
Don't

Don't

A Poem by Emily B


Don't ask me if I slept well. You most certainly know that there was no sleep for me last night. Lying in the dark Waiting for a touch..
compassion

compassion

A Poem by Emily B


I've been searching for compassionsince the dead winter. I gave all I had to the artist-poet who misplaced all his hope in the wondrous. I lost him in..
letting go

letting go

A Poem by Emily B


i didn't believe youwhen you saidyou were letting go of mei've lived so longin the shadow of your heartbut the sun came out this morningand i've got s..
strange days

strange days

A Poem by Emily B


from a review
One Perfect Word

One Perfect Word

A Poem by Emily B


an old one . . .
who knows what

who knows what

A Poem by Emily B


i glimpsed a little owlperched on a road sign this morningi was on my way to workand i'm not sure what he was abouti wondered what he was doing outso ..
not my usual poem

not my usual poem

A Poem by Emily B


death has never once snuck up behind me and sucked at my vortex, it lingers in the pit of my stomach though, and sits in my pocket and pricks my consc..
The Brown-Eyed Girls

The Brown-Eyed Girls

A Poem by Emily B


an old one that disappeared
i felt the earth move

i felt the earth move

A Poem by Emily B


or the curse liftit stormed right through my earswhen i was attending to something elseand noweverything seems differentand maybeit is entirely possib..