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