Emily B : Writing

non-sense

non-sense

A Poem by Emily B


somebody's in my head againstretched out between those two earholesthey've donebeen in there for two daysmaybe moredon't know what they're lookin fori..
not where i thought i was going

not where i thought i was going

A Poem by Emily B


i used to dress my words up in all their sunday glorybefore i sent them out into the worldsqueaky clean and sunday morning i was determinedto let my l..
building a fire

building a fire

A Poem by Emily B


it occurred to me this morningas i was building a fire in the four-legged cast iron stovethat my technique wouldn't win me any prizes from boy scoutsi..
learning another lesson

learning another lesson

A Poem by Emily B


i went to bed early last night,wasn't feeling well at alli wondered if i should call somebodyhave them come and hold my handwatch to make surei didnt ..
the last worst day

the last worst day

A Poem by Emily B


winter storm
voices

voices

A Poem by Emily B


and echoes
a little magic

a little magic

A Poem by Emily B


i dreamed that i found a little horn it was magic of some kind or another and when i blew into it you could hear me speak and when i listened i..
it's been three weeks

it's been three weeks

A Poem by Emily B


it's been three weeks less one daysince my last attackof suicidal thoughtsi stopped telling folksthat they were coming in those horrid wavesback in Ma..
for anna

for anna

A Poem by Emily B


first poem for a new year
self-portrait, maybe

self-portrait, maybe

A Poem by Emily B


some of those vital statistics are undeniablei may be five eleven and a halfbut i generally round the number down(my son exaggerates me into the six f..