Liz Axelrod

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The Veil is at it’s Thinnest

 

New poem at Moonchild Magazine.

 

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Some Work Published Here:

http://www.yespoetry.com/news/liz-axelrod-special-feature-interview

Wicked Alice Zine

http://www.counterpunch.org/2014/09/26/three-by-liz-axelrod/

http://ampersandreview.com/2015/05/3871/

https://therumpus.net/author/lizaxelrod/

 


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Thaw

Holly’s had enough
She sighs and arches closer
to the doorway

Her berries no longer speak
of gifts and glamour
She’s just a mess of red
Spiked leaves aholly snownd branches
weighted down with white.

Destroy these days of isolation
Skinny months of streaming nonsense
and fighting traffic snarls
on my Netflix que

Honeyed teas might sooth
but I want ice-picks
muscles pounding hard

Scrape my windshield
Burn my frozen doors
Wipe the bloody needles
buried under Holly’s feet.