chapbook




chapbook







collect all the indiscriminate glances

into one, trustworthy stare,



yes, say, a rose from every vase

might create the perfect arrangement,



refuse to fill in the blank pages,

“Unpublishable Little Cages,”



the poem-rogue effigies,

ink makes docile, motionless,



do not but forever,

with flawed heart or intent, love me,



for we are most indebted,

first and foremost, to the process



the illusion of a word, its potential meaning, affect,

luck bargaining with clover early each spring.








Eliana Vanessa



Eliana Vanessa is originally from Argentina and moved to New Orleans, Louisiana at a young age.  She recently participated in 100,000 Poets for Change (2018) and served as part of a panel of poets in The Jane Austen Festival (2017, 2018, 2019).   You can find her work online at The Blue Nib, Beneath The Rainbow, The Sirens Call, The Ramingo’s Porch, Ariel Chart, The Horrorzine, Fearless, Drinker’s Only, The Rye Whiskey Review and Punk Noir as well as in the following anthologies: Masks Still Aren’t Enough (2019), Americans And Others (2019), and A Dark And Stormy Night: Sixteen Halloween Tales (2019).  She is Eliana Vanessa on Facebook at the following link: https://www.facebook.com/eliana.vanessa.7758.

1 Comments

  1. The heart like a book is usually a collection of memories meant to share with the world. Fine job.

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