I Hate the Rain What is it about rain? Is it a cleansing of the soul after a gut-wrenching heart break? Is it some god washing away our...

Temptation When they went past the palace portcullis, like Orpheus, Persephone looked back. "Somehow, I don't think a pomegranate tart...

Difícil You. Are. Not. Mine. But it's you I claim: "For me" says the heart; "It's just too hard," replies rationale. Juliette Sebock is...

A Joke in Two Tongues I. There is quiet pressure to speak English. A wind touch on your throat, barely felt. You walk the line between...

Lionesses I come from a stretched out lineage of compelling women; lionesses, looking after conquered lands and pouncing at evils greater...

The Percussion of Xanax Before attempting to write I imagined typing with my right hand and holding a bottle of Xanax with the left I...

Shotgun (A passenger) in your never-ending trainwreck of a car Child’s seat ;dimly lit brightened by (it) & you Com-bined Sasha Monroe is...

Faking It No stranger to harm but you made me feel safe Now I regret loving your stupid face With you I never fake a smile Your embrace...

My love, I don't think I can break my own fall again. Still, I will choose this winding road with you. All these attempts yet I have...

Papa Bear Last month, you spent $400 on the shirtless man in your living room You bought a steel box as big as a brown bear And said it...

A list of things that have been said about dehydrated fruit Man, sun-dried tomatoes kind of look like pickled organs and this is only the...

skateboarders on maple lane curbside demigods, they pop tic-tacs like cyanide, crushing them to dust against their gums. i’ve never seen...

Phantasmal Passion- A moonlight night sewn together for you and I to share like a cake embellished with dripping honey. A cloak of sugar...

She told me that she wanted to be called they and that they didn't like their name anymore They gave me rules for their new identity: 1....

Mr. Moon One night, awaking from a dreamless sleep, I took a look at the night sky Looking up at the stars and the moon in the blue-black...

Desklamp Rose used to leave the light on when she went to bed Not the big overhead light, but the small whispering shine of her desk lamp...

Hurts like a hurty thing, stings like a nettle needle sings. Weeps like wounds like eyes – working soil with tender touch. Turnips sprout...

For Depressives, Junkies and Rabbits: Mist Drawn Raining The drumming beat of rain through misting -- hose snakes in cyan pool awakening....

Nosediving Give me the box hanging with dreams with a keyhole for light, Or give me the changing sky that I mistook for meaning. Give me...

Cecilia Deer is a Danish poet writing in both Danish and English. She has had five books published in Danish under the name Cecilie Lolk...