Suck in your lips, now push air between them to make that *PUH* noise. PUH is my love. The only one I’d marry is the Bandersnatch, for only he may find me. This is my predetermined because that kiss really did scare me. I’m speaking to Kisser so don’t listen, you literate muck. (Thank youContinue reading “Darling, stay composed”
Author Archives: Alanna Backen
Hello, readers! Let’s chat!
Hello, readers! I have been blown away with how quickly this website has taken off. THANK YOU for your interest and support! If you have a couple minutes, I’d love to hear your answers to these questions. How are you feeling today? How are you feeling today? No, really. I’d love to connect with readers.Continue reading “Hello, readers! Let’s chat!”
For he who knew me
He lives inside a word that I can’t accept. But it’s folded under the hem of my dress, absorbed into the threads of my slippery stockings. Dazzling takes its forgotten breath and exhales a letter, for me to run in my nail crevice. His fingers feather Her starbuck eyes fluttered when you first kissed her,Continue reading “For he who knew me”
The Trouble of Tomorrow Meets the Rock of Today
My head is pushing in on all sides. Why did I say that to her, when I meant to say this? How many times will I mess up and destroy marital bliss? Six nights I’ve missed the rest that sleep provides. “Do not worry,” the voice whispers. “My warmth is on your face and myContinue reading “The Trouble of Tomorrow Meets the Rock of Today”
-Part 2- Can You Breathe In the Dark?
You are writing your children’s history books. What will your pages say? In this colorful hour of darkness, did you add hatred to the fray? When your daughter wants you to recall how you played your part, Will you have to tell her, “Darling, I had anger in my heart. I heard injustice screaming, butContinue reading “-Part 2- Can You Breathe In the Dark?”
-Part 1- Can You Breathe In the Dark?
You say you did not murder, but I see through the dark. The son of the King was killed. The breath of hate is clearly marked. All hands are now stained red in this colorful battle of hate. We refute the crimes of history, but constantly recreate. I murdered twelve people today, that makes thirtyContinue reading “-Part 1- Can You Breathe In the Dark?”
And I watched
He hit her, twice. Thursday, I met a girl who lost something. She still rubs her molars warm eleven days later. Her biceps tensed against the drywall, but did not flinch. Where did she go? Juiced, her sternum hides a hypocrite. But she insists he was right to say: “Don’t feel that. It’s a loveContinue reading “And I watched”
Carrots Don’t Like Poodles
Look at this bodacious poodle who was made because I prayed for a good harvest. Girls are carrots; they call me “labradoodle” because I will never have a thigh gap, Thank God. However, I know my Breeder better than my pastor. I look like Him. Make it slowly. I lick the beaters of my creamyContinue reading “Carrots Don’t Like Poodles”
Corn Fighter
Readers, Aardvark. Do I have your Attention? Is this the third poem you Have read today? The thirteenth? Some of them are Not attractive. This one will probably be a Bedazzled fried fish, but let’s talk About that funky smell at Corn University. A whiff tells you someone is playing Basketball with an elephant. Couldn’tContinue reading “Corn Fighter”
Idle’s Sister
Who could believe such love and hate between Daughters? Patience is always straining, Working, never enough. Never good enough in Intelligence or aesthetics. Especially not in kindness. Idle is always good enough- far too good- As she gargles polish every morning to show Off. She marries at 19 to prove she is superior And readyContinue reading “Idle’s Sister”
Good Fruit 