Tilt-a-Whirl
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms

Expertus metuit

by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

Pouring from your cracked lips
Come poisons, and come pain.
Each evil thing that slips,
Pouring from your cracked lips
With speech that halts and trips,
Is false. I say again:
Pouring from your cracked lips
Come poisons and come pain.



Juleigh Howard-Hobson was born in Portsmouth, England and dually raised in Brooklyn and Australia. Her journal credits include The Raintown Review, Soundzine, 14 by 14, and Candelabrum.



 


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