Trembling Pillow Press

FEELINGS

FEELINGSby Lauren Ireland

$16.00

 

 

 

 

 

January 1 2012 San Francisco

Aren’t the trees    strange.        Little palms, it’s winter

lonesome and watery.        Under the hills    time

lies    sleeping.        Over the clouds    you come     back

zing.        Have you    noticed    the whole night    wants

to kill me    breath of wine    gold sparkling sidewalks

oh    you have no idea    how far I’ve come    to tell you

this:    Beauty is     insane    insanity is    divine    

divinity is    violence    violence is     beauty    I am    yours.

About the Author

Lauren Ireland is the author of three books and two chapbooks and is a graduate of the MFA program for Poets and Writers at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst. She lives in Seattle and online at laurenireland.net