Elisabeth Horan
momma / poet
Super Awesome Poet News:
October, 2018
I have a new job as Poetry Editor!
Submit poems to me at Anti-Heroin Chic <3
check our guidelines
heroinchic.weebly.com/
then send me your best poems :)
antiheroinchic@gmail.com
I have a new job as Poetry Editor!
Submit poems to me at Anti-Heroin Chic <3
check our guidelines
heroinchic.weebly.com/
then send me your best poems :)
antiheroinchic@gmail.com
November 1, 2018
My new Baby Press with my co-Editor Amy Alexander is live! Come visit us at Animal Heart Press
Our first feature will be the incredible poet and artist Jen Rouse. Get to know her at
jen-rouse.com/
And... our first chap will be coming out in May... the amazing and beautiful Juliette van der Molen with her new Pushcart nominated work "Mother May I?" It is going to be some deep and difficult work which will blow us all away... <3 Read the title poem here
heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/poetry-by-juliette-van-der-molen
and please get to know her better
twitter.com/j_vandermolen
My first Best of the Net Nomination!!! - from Midnight Lane Boutique
From Editor Johnny Longfellow:
A major joy of editing is having one’s own aesthetic biases successfully challenged. And this poem did just that for me, given that normally any verse approaching the L-A-N-G-U-A-G-E school of poetry is looked at quite askance. Yet, this piece is harrowing, funny, and passionate all at once, while being an utter joy to read aloud. In fact, there’s so much going on in this poem in terms of both style and substance, that it would take more space than is available here to truly do it justice. So . . . just give it a read.
“My Beautiful Bride,” by Elisabeth Horan
Be my knife-whyfe / be glinty-bad
You are migh lyfe-whife
Hesterprynne me; fuck who u like.
Wear this lyfe-vest; don’t drown bad--
Fret in the marriage mud dark and oily as drug trees, hung fruity in the night--
Lightly does nothing for my libido / teddy,
naughty; knotted limbs / akimbo limbic systems
Razor smart u r & shave me ripe n ready;
we r nothing if not hot n heavy
Yet i carry u lite as pigeon feathers / usher me home notes from the war zone
Never shot down. O, brave flier; no Crow
Martyrdom suits thee as do my chain-link
Ball bearings resonate 4 u:
a soprano; sticky up for this alto,
Beautiful as Elton; candlelit keys
be my knyfe wyfe / love me lightly;
Dearest Diana, wood-wynd arc de triomphe;
death of my dutiful bride--
Ur smyle like dendritic tentacles
high as this merciful shade-tree.
This is not a funeral for anyone but me.
I know how hard u’ve tryd /
In this rut lops of my far-flungs--
be my knife-whyfe / be glinty-bad.
https://midnightlanegalleryii.wordpress.com/2018/01/12/feature-poet-elisabeth-horan-2/
