We hope you are having a wonderful week. As promised, we will continue to publish poems by up-and-coming poets at least once a week. Here is our latest installment.
About today’s poets:
Alexandra Hohmann is a teacher in Los Angeles, has been the facilitator of In the Words of Womyn (ITWOW) at Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural and Bookstore, and can be seen at open mic nights there and elsewhere throughout the San Fernando Valley. You can ask her if you can purchase her collection of poems entitled Wild Heart by contacting her via facebook at http://www.facebook.com/alex.hohmann.58.
Trevor Witt is an aspiring writer, musician, web developer and programmer. He has performed his poetry at Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural and Bookstore and at Queen Bee’s Art and Cultural Center in San Diego and currently resides in San Diego. You can contact him regarding his poetry via email at witt.tr@gmail.com.
“Trouble” by Alexandra Hohmann
I’m in trouble. Again.
My acid mouth spews sandpaper sentences,
controlled by a brazen brain.
But the real culprit is
the heart,
perfectly healthy save for a button-sized rough spot
caged behind the ribs,
calloused and scabbed over
like a wound that never properly heals.
So every time you say
“I can’t make any promises.”
“We’ll see.”
“I don’t know.”
the scab falls off
and the heart aches
and the brain commands
my vile mouth and biting tongue.
My body is the real trouble-maker.
It’s really not my fault.
“Ode to a Fading Flame” by Trevor Witt
Every night I leave a candle in my window,
To guide you should you choose to come.
The flame burns faintly,
But does not disappear.
I once tried to feed it with fuel,
But the fire was not affected.
I once tried to douse it with water,
But no effect could be discerned.
Then, one night the candle burned so brightly,
The time you visited and held me tightly,
It seemed as if the whole house was ablaze,
I had never seen such a light in all my days.
Since that night, which burned so bright,
My eyes struggle to see in this dim light.
Others have come to stay at my humble inn,
But none of them has ever made me grin,
As when my special friend drew me near,
For a kiss I had longed for for a year.
I wish you would come visit again,
My favorite guest and beloved friend.
I wish you would draw me close to you once more,
But I am afraid I am not the one you adore.
Still, you are my cherished flame,
My young heart’s children’s game.
I wish that you would share your fears and your desires,
So I, with you, could conspire to set your universe on fire,
To help your dream blaze burn,
And to help your globe glow and turn.
But without your love, my weary wick will one day give out,
And when that candle does collapse,
So will I, I have no doubt.
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