Angela StubbsI Sent You A Telepathic Message, Did You Get It?we tried to tell each other I’m afraid of this desire it gets worse every time I see you hopeful for what I wonder because your tongue i...
Angela StubbsFeedback of DesireI want to crack an egg on your ass, fix your chipped nail polish, read those poems you never finished, even the ones that aren’t about me...
Angela StubbsReckoningIn a private room, a woman works tirelessly, altering damaged clothing. There are pants for a man who wants to hide scars, a vest for a g...
Angela StubbsThe Trouble With TrespassingI like the woman I met. She did not know I'd need everything packaged in familiar paper. I knew destiny had a margin of delusion but foun...
Angela StubbsThe Space Between Unloud Wishes of Re(a)d WordsMy saving grace makes all the difference because scars are what you contemplate. As I mentioned, the life and the pictures. Do not forget...
Angela StubbsVacation From MercyI gesture and you nod. I say pen and you say no, thank you. I want to talk but watch your edges crackle when I say company and soften whe...
Angela StubbsBlue RitualPick an hour of the day, either at the beginning or end, and write down that hour on a sheet of paper. This paper should be folded and pu...
Angela StubbsThe Boulevard Has No SaintFRAY You find something. You think of yourself as prepared but you never knew exactly what for until now. You realize it when you brush y...
Angela StubbsAn Understanding of The HighwayShe says yes sometimes when she wants to say no but you hope that this isn't one of those times. It's cold outside and she has goose bump...
Angela StubbsWaterlogged beginning here is a promise to breathe underwater where laughs emit bubbles break the surface; when you clasp hands and touch tongues pla...
Angela StubbsNo News TodayDear N~ There’s no news today. I’m telling you now for fear you might not read this ‘til later. I’d be none the wiser to missing declarat...
Angela StubbsI Sat Down and Cried at The Pigalle Metro Stop From a street nearby, I wrote you letters. For months they were kept in a box near the door, stacked up and waiting. I wish I knew where ...
Angela StubbsThe Impracticability Of Silence A bird doesn't say you know that and I never told you. You must know by now. I have tried quiet smiles. I wish I told you but. You know w...
Angela StubbsStubborn PigeonFacts are facts and we see them on paper. When we turn the pages, we know it's the right thing to do. In the advertisement one handle of ...
Angela StubbsAre You There, Bird?#soul #mirrorreflection #bird #trust #faith #resusitate #dream #blink #JKS #Naropa #2012 #poet #angelastubbs #nicknames #blink #heartopen...
Angela StubbsThe Indigo Hour There is a couch where you sit in the evening. It is covered in blue suede and a hiccup. It looks Victorian and feels safe. Your head ach...
Angela StubbsMiscommunication Is NiceThe words are there for the taking. You handed them over yellow and awake so I might get to know you better. I gave you a series of quest...
Angela StubbsIt Is Not AppropriateShe is covered in green and yellow patches, bruised from the weight of words. They emerge in fragments and phrases and cover her body. Wh...
Angela StubbsClosing Not LockingYou waved a degree well above her yard-stick, knowing how to connect dots sans yellow number two, as if you'd channeled her thoughts with...
Angela StubbsAll Lines Point To It1. No accidents 2. No alcohol 3. No asking 4. No bonding 5. No commiserating 6. No details 7. No difference 8. No flexibility 9. No gifts...