“All to himself, the high king had you.
He gloried in this so much that he
would give it up to glory in it more,
and only enough for him
to glory in it more-…”
Author: Alphabet Ravine
Lydia Rae Bush (she/her) is a poet rooted in lyric and dramatic traditions, currently exploring collaboration, intertextuality, and ekphrasis. Rae's work is Best of the Net nominated, examines embodiment and social-emotional development, and includes Free Bleeding (dogleech books, '25), Keeper, Seeker, Dragon of the Sea (Bottlecap Press, '25), and All the Little Church Girls' Paper Dolls (fifth wheel press, ‘26. Lydia is an associate editor for Sage Cigarettes Magazine, and can be found pretty much anywhere, generally wiggling.
Ana, Mia, Bed, and Counting
3 of 500 is
15 hundred,
and twice minus
Half Of’s an
equal sign.
300, 4 times is
(minus ate hundred), and
600 thrice =
negative
two hundred.Read More »
Sunset
When we were at each other’s cores,
you above and I beneath,
you were the light that colored the only world I had seen.
I engaged what I saw, and you slid to the side,
and suddenly all appeared more grey.
Those were the days when you seemed to be fading.Read More »
vulnerability
this paper’s my bed
this ink is my blood
these words are my heart
my heart
my heart
these lines are my efforts
these scratches my motives
these scribbles my wants hopes
erasers
crumples
this placing
rewordingRead More »
Spirit
The physiological readiness
for paths we are not only not ushered
to but for paths that we are forbidden.
Dexterity of our thumbs, given noRead More »
On Patience, Pt. 2
I want to survive so bad
that I could take a pill that takes
away desire to live if it
would give me the strength to get by.
And perhaps I shall.
But I only know of one of those,Read More »
On Patience, Pt. 1
I remember drowning
in waves,
how God knelt upon the sea
and placed a gift behind me,
and my anxiety,
of what was inside and whether
it could keep me alive,
but I did not want
to squeeze the package.Read More »
Ruminator
On rare occasion,
I wave tasty topic
after tasty topic Read More »
Her scent entices
Her scent entices
I’d risk chill for first tender
fragrant breeze of March
(feat. in The Lanthorn)
Ani’s Song (Star Wars 3)
I tried to wine, dine, and dance
after holding your rough hands,
closing my eyes,
slaying grace.
Illusions of my upper crustRead More »
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