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Stephanie M. Wytovich

Before Leaving Ireland, Summer of 2015 – A Poem by Stephanie M. Wytovich

Before Leaving Ireland, Summer of 2015

++++++++ “…But I could never love again
++++++++++++++ He’s the only one for me, Jolene.” -Dolly Parton, “Jolene”

We always saw morning,
early hours, but never sun rise,
and yet I’ve woken to this palette every day
aware and forgiven
my spirit still screaming,
and the sky here wears my bruises,
Jolene.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Stephanie M. Wytovich is the Poetry Editor for Raw Dog Screaming Press and an adjunct at Western Connecticut State University. She is a member of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, an active member of the Horror Writers Association, and a graduate of Seton Hill University’s MFA program for Writing Popular Fiction. Her Bram Stoker Award-nominated poetry collections, Hysteria: A Collection of Madness, Mourning Jewelry, An Exorcism of Angels, and Brothel can be found at www.rawdogscreaming.com, and her debut novel, The Eighth, is to be published through Dark Regions Press later this year. Follow Wytovich at stephaniewytovich.com and on twitter @JustAfterSunset

 

 

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Breaking Glass on the Way to Accidentally Falling in Love – A Poem by Stephanie M. Wytovich

Breaking Glass on the Way to Accidentally Falling in Love

We were lost somewhere in Ohio and it was dark and our phones were dead but we’d stocked my car with bad decisions and booze even though we were already late and a little bit drunk. He offered me a beer, offered me his lips, and I drank them both while I drove us down back country roads, telling ghost stories I didn’t know the ending to while I watched him watching me trying hard not to show how happy I was because

it was easy, too easy, and we drank ourselves drunk and got lost in the words thinking that if we threw the bottles out the car window that no one would ever know, that if we hit a tree, we’d get extra points, that if we ended up dead in the fog that surrounded the car, it would be almost too perfect, that if we fell in love by the end of the weekend, we wouldn’t have to tell anyone, including ourselves:

especially ourselves.
 

 
About the Poet:
Stephanie M. Wytovich is the Poetry Editor for Raw Dog Screaming Press and an adjunct at Western Connecticut State University. She is a member of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, an active member of the Horror Writers Association, and a graduate of Seton Hill University’s MFA program for Writing Popular Fiction. Her Bram Stoker Award-nominated poetry collections, Hysteria: A Collection of Madness, Mourning Jewelry, An Exorcism of Angels, and Brothel can be found at www.rawdogscreaming.com, and her debut novel, The Eighth, is to be published through Dark Regions Press later this year. Follow Wytovich at stephaniewytovich.com and on twitter @JustAfterSunset

 

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

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