
“Gold Leaf” —- a poem by Brooke Boddie
I thought you were a butterfly But then you gracefully fell to the earth. For a second, I lost hope in all things beautiful But then a butterfly appeared before me. On the outside it was a pretty gold leaf With no wings. Still the process of change came with the wind. Prosthetics no longer needed. The gold leaf was just as beautiful as the … Continue reading “Gold Leaf” —- a poem by Brooke Boddie
Pretty Privilege – a poem by Brooke Boddie
Doesn’t matter if you move mountains Or the mountains move themselves, No one cares if you birthed the baby Or the children birth themselves, If you summoned the moon, Or the sun set itself Even if you healed the people dying, Or the equator heated itself. You’re not the hottest woman in the world. Continue reading Pretty Privilege – a poem by Brooke Boddie
“Samudaya” -a poem by Brooke Boddie
Gelato in Santorini Kulfi in the Middle East Sherbet in the Caribbean Jim Beam in the meantime. Sorbet in Atlanta Fro- Yo in Decatur Mochi in Cobb County Tito’s on the weekends. So many flavors to crave Go on, Seize the day! Watch the hours go to waste Or the list could go on… So many thoughts you wonder I can sense your hunger. Even … Continue reading “Samudaya” -a poem by Brooke Boddie
The New Bond girl
Our good years had came and gone Details so easily forgotten Teary, I know you still hurt so bad Guess somethings do spoil rotten. I guess thats your pace Still hurting because you did hang on for a little while Longer than you should have. Still you were deleted like the rest even the time and distance couldn’t phase a “Middle Child”. I wish you … Continue reading The New Bond girl
11:11 —a poem by Brooke Boddie
The oracle The unanswered questions The mystery of it all. The ones in the shadows, Who wait for me to fall. The mystics The gymnasts, Who bend with the wind. The vampire who continuously appears in my dreams. Meditation. Sunlight, contemplation, then Darkness. The pain in your stomach. The endless whirlwind. The tarot. The crystals. The kittens meow. The voices that urge you to stay … Continue reading 11:11 —a poem by Brooke Boddie