I know that you are struggling right now and I am sorry. All we are required to do is to get through. Getting through now consists not… Read more “Never Drying Clay”
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.
Temporal Sweetness Profile
I miss you but not in the traditional senseI don’t want your ass back or anything butand there’s obviously a butbut I miss how you used to… Read more “Temporal Sweetness Profile”
The Feast of Terrestrial Worms
Humans and their little affairs, their little lives, their little cares,their tiny obstacles, their massive woes,their tragic backstories, and triumphant blowstheir little saviors, their tiny flavors, their… Read more “The Feast of Terrestrial Worms”
The Deeply Taboo Needle Drop
You’ve no sway over your height but you can put on heels to defy itYou’ve no control of the circumstances of your birth, each one of us… Read more “The Deeply Taboo Needle Drop”
Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA
Let me put you down as your favorite pick me upLet me hang around when you’re sure you’ve had enoughTell me to bring it when I have… Read more “Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA”
The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron
…and it’s the wanting more that is so pain-inducingmore minutes, more financial stability, more ways to manufacture palpability masquerading as happinessmore comforts, more friends, more slaves- there… Read more “The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron”
Open Sesame, Mon Ami
I walked into the garden looking for one thinga rosebut the winter flowering Snowdrops introduced themselvesfirstthey told clever jokes and used colorful sexual metaphorsto amuse and distract… Read more “Open Sesame, Mon Ami”
The Mad Merciless Thunder Mouth Strikes Again
The free-write rant begins… Today I feel out of sorts I don’t feel like I belong anywhere I don’t feel any really strong attachment to anything or… Read more “The Mad Merciless Thunder Mouth Strikes Again”
Allergic to Homemade Hot Arsenic
There are no more jarring jabs and hateful rhetoric spewed seasonally around kitchen tablesbut the heaviness of a course of common burnt clay bricks push down on… Read more “Allergic to Homemade Hot Arsenic”
The Strategic Ambiguity of Atmospheric Rivers
Me to Myself: Pfftsht…I’m frustrated.My Inner Investigator: Why?Me to My Inner Investigator: This is the second time that he has gone to bed and not responded to… Read more “The Strategic Ambiguity of Atmospheric Rivers”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 