should check out this pretty good album;)

 https://zouchpotato.bandcamp.com/

 
where the moths sleep
my heart breaks every time you leave the house. 
when my soul's eyes can't see you, when the light
isn't on. i love you like the months won't end and our 
summer nights turn into conversations 
only the bugs would have. eating our shadows 
for dinner on our sidewalk dates while
the garden silently fills in. 

 
i wish to be the elegant cattails
swaying with the breeze
taking nothing for granted
holding on to the sea
dainty and free

 

i feel bad for him
i met him while words
were falling out 
   my mouth
upside down and colorful

   murky and rough
and he still 
        loves me

 
living up on the hill
   the winds roar.
grass blades move as one.
as if it were the angry sea,
an ocean wave,
running fast across the grass.
back and forth, back and forth.
one might say,
                  "the wind is 
           too much"
but honestly, i love watching
                the grass dance angry
because of the roaring winds. 

 

flourish him.
full bloom.
water his soul
and you will see.
what an 
immaculate
bouquet of 
flowers 
which fall
from 
his 
eyes.

 

poem

unkept weeds grow between  fragile pieces of my body.
        time slips fast, like water in a still pond.
everywhere i go silhouettes of you remind me 
of that biter summer air. taste of milkweeds 

and brown sunflowers linger on my tainted    tongue.

    our laughter twisted high into the milky clouds.
places our fingers first met, where we used to dance 

below a pale moon. the song of the crickets 

would fill the humid night as our eyes 

would fall further into one another.
   as years turn into centuries, my rose heart 

would begin to crumble
   and it was always you who would come back to 

pick up the shattered pieces in the dead of winter. 

where nothing speaks and our still pond has 

iced over, scattered with fallen 

acorns and the weak shine of the January sun.
       i have always loved you 

as if you were mine 

and the sons of Spring 

                    were our children.

                Queen Of Crows

 

 LOST JOURNAL ENTRIES OUT NOW!!!!

    Sorry I haven't posted in what feels like years...every day is different, changing in many ways. I am excited about my future- I've been trying to prepare for it these past few months, hence why I've been MIA. I am here to announce (a month late) my third book of poetry has been released AND this is my first book released under Queen of Crows! It was out October 1, 2021. I am so pleased with this book. Personally, I feel like this is the best I've done so far in regards to putting out art/content. I photocopied some of my journal pages and added a bunch of nature photos I've taken over the years. When I grow up I want to be a photographer for National Geographic. 

    Though part of me wishes the book had more poems, I still think it came out pretty damn good. I was inspired by one of my all time favs, Frank Stanford. In a few of his poetry books there are photocopies of his handwritten poems and words...which I find so intriguing. It's kind of like you get to know this person more by studying their handwriting and techniques. I wanted this in my book so badly. I wanted my readers to feel like I was writing them poems, like they were reading through my personal journals. I was pretty hard on myself to get this one out fast for some reason, some "goal" I had in my head. My second book was out in January of this year and I HAD TO get this third one out by October...aka I'm a psycho. Anyways- please enjoy Lost Journal Entries as much as I do. It's available on B&N, amazon, it was on Target's website... I will post on my blog where to buy! xxxooo

 

                                                                                                                                    Stay Creepy,

                                                                                                                                 Queen of Crows 

 i've been silently working on a new project... hopefully out october the 1st

carrion flower smells of rotting flesh to attract the flies and beetles to come and pollinate 

 

 

 

  I am afraid of the horses in the red barn down the road

 and I am afraid to be outside before dawn

 

I am afraid of the men who wear blue and stomp on the ground

just to make a statement, that's all 

 

I am afraid of my neighbor on Sundays

    for they swallow the day before it’s even begun

 

 

I feel a strange kind of feeling

   my lungs become numb

I am overcome by

        Sunday Sadness and

Summer Weather

        for my legs have given up

and my heart sinks

 

 

 

farther and farther

 

 

abandon the feelings

  spring births

for the lavender hasn’t

bloomed and the tea

   is not ready

stand high on a pedestal

     eat the words your

peasant speaks for

Death is in the air

       Oh what a delight, Oh what a delight

 

like four singing crows

     lined one by one

grasping for clouds

while the sun screams

as you walk by with

your knife in hand

    the sky begins to rain

    rain colder than the

Dead Sea

As each night begins

the crows sing again

 

   letting go of those stubborn bees

so I can feel my teeth again

 

when life hands you hope

   don’t chase rainbows

or swim in the angry sea

ask for more flowers at

your funeral and

    let the rain touch your

skin

 

 

 

I stand

   drenched

in the May Rain

     while

thoughts are spewed

and nailed to

invisible walls

where babies smile

where flowers bloom

          from moonlight

all for nothing

nothing for it all

    cold fingertips

ran across my chapped

face

    our eyes met

and everything

seemed to

m e l t

away

CLOVES - Sicko

THE QUEEN

 

  

sometimes i think alone
   in a silent place
 where trees grow between
y e a r s 
and snow falls sideways 
i feel my bones inside
w o r n
 turning to dust for new days
   come with cracked hearts
 and cloud skies

 
woke up with flower petals
glued to my eyelids
   life in color again
i could finally smell the
                 sun 

 

                                                                 blurry chaos 

 

grey thunderstorms
like the sea with no control
i couldn't hold together
the sand and the shore 

                               no more

 

 
as i sit and wait
like an apple rotting 
like a fence with no gate
flies emerge from my face

 

torrey preserve ~ mansfield, ct

white crystal snow
falls down on 
our noses
beautiful silence 
fills the air
as the crescent moon
appeared in the the sky

 

 

the sun reaches for you

                   and the sky begins to drown

 

poem

waking up seaside 

with tea colored eyes
i notice ivy began to grow 
out my eyes, mouth and nose
skimming the beach to find
comfort in this nautical 
graveyard - the half moon 
glistens on broken shells,
releasing and letting go
the feeling of falling but 
never landing - grinding 
my teeth between beach sand 
and stones, trying to 
remember how i got here in
the first place

 

 

      a girl with 
            a
dried 
   f l o w e r 
kind of 
         heart

 

place on

a

   dinner plate

these fingers

which write poems

     because

i have no time

      to find words

for my home was

                             set

    ablaze and

s w a l l o w e d

         my

               brain

WHOLE  

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