Unconsciousness lifts, ceasing being
your world. Instead, your sky-
a rooftop, as
you perceive it these days.Read More »
Author: Alphabet Ravine
Lydia Rae Bush (she/her) is a poet exploring themes of embodiment and social-emotional development. Her work is Best of the Net nominated and can be found in publications such as Corporeal, Querencia Press, and Bleating Thing. Her chapbook Free Bleeding is out now with dogleech books.
On Hope Pt. 1
Certainly, no words remain to describe-
A strip of paint could serve just as well for the first line-
I’ll leave a space for anyone else to tell of the ever present-
Darkness.
But let them use the best cliches,
for this is the darkest night
of the year.Read More »
Nativity (Image poetry; See attached word document for formatting purposes.)
Decision
The curtain you’ve drawn o’er the windows to your soul,
but I still see you go
back and forth, back and forth.
Do I sit down at the right hand of your dreams?
How long will you stay in a stage immobilized?
One kiss Read More »
The Disturbed, Distorted, Haunted, Never-Ending Carousel
I’ve tried caring but I got tired,
but it isn’t even that- It’sRead More »
Projection
The sliding glass doors reflect the light
‘til the room
is a doubly aglow,
and I can see you as well
as the squirrels heard hunting for morsels
on our balcony see us.
You sit close enough for me
to smell your butterscotch skin,
but your words are music to my ears-
not pleasant, but foreign.Read More »
Radiant
Pushing forward where none would dare,
I do not need the audacity,
that I could never muster;
I bring with me boldness.
And does it make you happy?Read More »
Scruffy
I called the disorder by its name,
and it stopped, dead in its tracks,
jerked its hand from the crooked heart and
tried to wipe me off its face,Read More »
Options
If not left dead, left strengthened,
but for the first time, I’m starting to think
this may not be the kind of story
where I make it out alive.Read More »
The Gown
The memories we’d yet to live
unrolled before my mind
like a black and white scroll full
of mural after mural, and I
longed for the day when
you’d come color in.
Little did I know you’d shadeRead More »
Alphabet Ravine 