Elizabeth Deane : Writing

Cantonese Plane Flying High

Cantonese Plane Flying High

A Poem by Elizabeth Deane


Circling and circlingthe nose of the jetPiercing the cloudslike a new ridgeor a birthstoneUrging and urgingthe tip of its wingsall askew andthe birds ..
Solemn

Solemn

A Poem by Elizabeth Deane


give me good and red and pink I will bleed it and rip it shredding it like papershredders razors on their wrists and I will sit in shame shamef..
Clockery

Clockery

A Poem by Elizabeth Deane


Ghosts love ghosts. Taken from a dream.
Brava For Real

Brava For Real

A Story by Elizabeth Deane


It was a start of slithering her mouth into the Honeysuckle. The flower's moaning was unstoppable. It had its own teeth, and they were grinding togeth..
Birds Birds Yes, the Birds Scream

Birds Birds Yes, the Birds Scream

A Poem by Elizabeth Deane


"B eak puncture my liver!"old trodder yellingthrough tubesfrom theirgrandmothers."I m your baby !I e a tyour horrid andsoothe my parching lipsand thei..
There Were Wolves On My Door I'm Locking Them Out

There Were Wolves On My Door I'm Locking Them Out

A Poem by Elizabeth Deane


Dragging that tongue downDownEven downer into the floorboardWhere she sat and slept her headOn God's dirty Earth when herNape was rearrangedBarking on..