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angel-in-pieces is an incredibly talented writer, both with poetry and prose. She is descriptive and lyrical, always spinning fascinating tales and personalities that will spark your imagination. I was hard-pressed to find just
four of my favorites; I loved pretty much everything in her gallery.
The Crows
It's February, and a dismal forecast when you and I
meet under an ashen sky for the last time. Our breath
makes clouds which suck our voices out of the air,
and you're wary - conversation is a little too close
for comfort. You'd rather cut
the cords between us and feed my good intentions
to the crows - those black angels sewn
across the skyline and below
where they line the fence, your last defence. Or
is that mine? – the horizon melts into my spine,
shot through with stones and bits of bones
that the birds pick at, but I won't let
your cold words break
me. You can hiss and lie or kick
and cry all you want, I won't retaliat
The Crows"A fitting/backdrop for what you're due:/and drop/you/do.~
angel-in-pieces's poem is written almost rapid-fire, with a clever internal rhyme scheme and starkly wonderful imagery.
Beneath the Bell Jar
Today I found a message in a bottle,
its words smooth, rounded pebbles
beneath the tongue, verbal apostles
torn from our tangled tree-
root syntax by the sea.
It read:
{We have found sounds that bridge oceans,
we have borne mornings out of sunsets,
we have grown bones of icarus wings,
yet we cannot see
beyond the glass: for
we know why the caged bird dreams of
charred ribs and sawdust -
(we just try not to think
about it).
Caught up
in the jarring poetics of smart machines, paper
bags and iron ore, we ignore
the dreamdust, the cinereal. If we woke
and tried to stretch our knotted limbs, our cries
would catch on gnarled bra
Beneath the Bell Jar"And I am held by my own/chained pebble poetry under that sore/sky, for I can hear beyond
the clamour of my bloodbeat to/the space between the shoulder-blades that speaks/volumes without sound.”This is a particularly powerful poem that, with carefully crafted stanzas and beautiful flow, ~
angel-in-pieces tells the truth of humans and the world they live in, leaving you with the feeling of "why didn't I think of that?"
Wasteland
They told me how winter
strung the skyline with garlands of
stars and staccato limbs, and how
the night air bit chapped lips. And
they told me
how these lips
sung as spring spun
sweet silence in a three
four tempo, lullabying the days
that crept like chloroform across their eyes. And how
summer sighed, and
collected their sleepdust where
the air ran low beneath the
rushes, the grasses, scratching
whispers into the sunlight, feathered
with dreams. And
they told me how autumn
was absent - still
broken from the fall. But no
body thought to tell me how
nature is shelved and flawed;
how time lags; and how
the seas
Wasteland"But no/body thought to tell me how/nature is shelved and flawed;/how time lags; and how/the seasons can be thrown away/in plastic bags."An exquisitely told dustland fairytale. It can be interpreted in many different ways, such is ~
angel-in-pieces's versatile skill.
Monologue.s.
Curtains draw: it's 4 o' clock and
the stage echoes with the sound of hearts beating
in tandem.
Listen –
I can hear you breathe
again; your breath seething
beneath my skin. Your
whispers fill the night with alkali-ash
and I am
heavy; heavy and
falling.
Your words weigh me,
and crack my sulphur lips
like kisses.
(beat)
I never asked for this.
There's a movement,
a balance shifting,
and the darkness begins to lift
like a veil.
//
The Other stirs and
speaks:
And I,
I never answered: you
never let me – just kept me
locked up here, lodged somewhere inside
your ribcage, feeding me
on blood and bones,
acidic st
Monolgue.s."Together we are/(halfhalf) and/- O -/everyone knows that/these two halves make/a hole."This is an absolutely brilliant poem about that little something that we all have inside ourselves, no matter how hard we try to suppress it. ~
angel-in-pieces executes it flawlessly.
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Congratulations *angel-in-pieces! Wonderful work. I read one of her pieces just now that was a DD, and got addicted to her poetry, it's absolutely amazing. 
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