Twitter Bot Singsong
BY ERIN MORAN.
my aquarian lover is waiting for dawn,
ravenous as wintertime.
there’s something special about hiding.
about sharing some sacred secret that
i want to shout through streets of silver
but i won’t.
imagine now a backyard, and
in the backyard there’s an old
Douglas fir (his favorite) and in
the tree there’s an ancient singing sparrow
shouting ancient secret songs and
my aquarian lover sings back to her
in that soft air-sign voice,
floating above the treeline in the
dead of winter/early march.
imagine now it’s snowing and it’s never going to stop.
Not a Poem, but a Ritual
BY ERIN MORAN.
i’m trying to decide which is worse — the Happening or the Waiting.
i think the real torture is being stood up. i think i’ll wait
my whole life for some sort of new Reason. it has been so many days
which is why i can’t explain these visions to any doctor or my mom.
i was born on a monday.
the interesting thing about mondays is that sometimes on monday you
spill coffee in the car and sometimes on monday you’re born. lately on
mondays i’ve been wearing my hood up and having sex on the floor and
running late to physical therapy and sleeping next to a man i love even though
he’s terribly wrong for me and i know it won’t last through the summer. i don’t
think that’s the norm for mondays.
mondays are for being born.
Erin Moran is a poet and journalist based in Philadelphia. Her creative work has been published by or is forthcoming in publications like Sword & Kettle Press, Sea Foam Mag and Half Mystic. She curates a quarterly literature & arts zine and reading series called Suburban Springtime . Her debut collection of poetry, FIVE YEARS OF SEA-SICKNESS is forthcoming from Wide Eyes Publishing in early 2020. Find her at ernmrn.com or follow along on Twitter or Instagram.