Saturday, April 25, 2015

Wild Awake

I want to howl at the moon
with no ears near,
I want to feel the tear in my throat,
a foreign growl
in city streets, walls so close
I could never just breathe a breath
that was completely my own.

Thursday, March 14, 2013


Why I tell you I love you
is like the tide
it rushes in    and must    go out.

Amanda Ruth Lowery

Admire My Swagger

Swaying universe of flesh
my power, swinging
back and forth,
a pendulum mapping time
from when these hips
were forced to crumple
beneath men who felt
this swagger shake
their flimsy worlds -
to the Amazonian priestess,
her dark feet dancing
in dirt ceremonies
birthed from the throb
knowing these hips
could capture gods
because they already
held man.

Amanda Ruth Lowery