Sibyl ElouiseWith a Pulse Like LipstickI saved my heart for you wrapped in wax paper and your cat became my best friend when you left: though you don’t speak the exact dialect of…Jan 2, 2017Jan 2, 2017
Sibyl ElouiseWe Thought It Was PneumoconiosisI missed you this winter through the snow, the cobwebs and those soft, reverberant echoes from when it wasn’t so certain, when it wasn’t…Jan 1, 2017Jan 1, 2017
Sibyl ElouiseThe Spirit of SummerDiana sits on a worn couch fiddling with her jingling, green rabbit’s foot keychain and tugging her beaded necklace back and forth, she’s…Dec 30, 2016Dec 30, 2016
Sibyl ElouiseAcross the Dividesome things are immutable but others lie in the domain of smoke and mirrors for words used to be gateways and invitations but words have…Dec 29, 2016Dec 29, 2016
Sibyl ElouiseThe Absence of Conversationafraid to see what you have wrought, forgetting to give it a second thought, we’re slaves to greater egos and it’s a shame no longer having…Dec 28, 2016Dec 28, 2016