Things I’ve been called: In no particular order- albeit recently… Sexy, A Nerd, Talented, Fat, Creative, An Overtalker, Raw, BrownNose, Square, Fragile, Real, Mannish, Thoughtful, Sassy, A… Read more “Boiling Water & Sugar to the Face”
Author: Queen Rude
Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, lover of words, expressions and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni and Pablo Neruda fangirl.
Convoluted Consciousness
You know what, you get on my last fucking nerve sometimes. I don’t understand how you can be so readily forgiving of every other being on this… Read more “Convoluted Consciousness”
Swings and Roundabouts and All That
I’m running through my daySo what have I missedRunning through me is your daily stage Have I missed your kissI’m wearing a crinoline petticoat Is my kiss… Read more “Swings and Roundabouts and All That”
The black plastic flatware cutler at high noon
I’m trying too hard to get thereand missing the moment that I went from not knowingto knowledgeit’s happening, not what’s happenedit’s learning while livingwith no concept of… Read more “The black plastic flatware cutler at high noon”
Caligula Effects near a Wobbly Moon
Something pretty sitting next to youin full view of the entire world as they gosomething enviable to the kind who envy thingsand faces and accessoriesand there’s something… Read more “Caligula Effects near a Wobbly Moon”
Wooden Skyscrapers
All that I am clearly trying to understand is what exactly are you trying to say to me OKbecause I am beyond confusedwhat are you trying to… Read more “Wooden Skyscrapers”
The Hackles & Rostrum of it all
If you’ve been to SDCC and you’re over 25 that’s coolbut if Fight club is also your favorite movie, that’s coolerand if vanilla ice-cream is your favorite… Read more “The Hackles & Rostrum of it all”
Belmont Park Street Jesus
It can not be Let’s be friendsLet’s hang outLet’s get high and read our horoscopes and then mosey down to a book store where you go find… Read more “Belmont Park Street Jesus”
Emotional Projections on the back wall of Sad Old 191
Sometimes I don’t know why the fuck I wouldchoose to spend my time dancing around just to blow your damn mindwhen I find my own completely out… Read more “Emotional Projections on the back wall of Sad Old 191”
The Philosophy of the Whimbound Irish Wine Smugglers of Earth Prime
Me thinking you tightain’t really the compliment you hoping it will beit don’t mean that you mean shit to meyou just match the kinda blaze my body… Read more “The Philosophy of the Whimbound Irish Wine Smugglers of Earth Prime”
