Emily Ramser

Punkpoetry.com is pleased (actually more than pleased – honoured) to introduce Emily Ramser – a California transplant poet living and writing in Denton, Texas. She teaches creative writing to middle schoolers and writes poems about flowers and being a lesbian in her spare time. She has published four books with Weasel Press, the most recent being UHaul: A Collection of Lesbian Love Poems. You can check out her work on her blog authoremilyramser.wordpress.com, or tweet her at @ChickadeePoems.

the 1950s’ lesbian pulp fiction bookcase at recycled books

each shelf filled with tales

of women lazily touching

each other’s thighs and forearms

with soft wandering fingers

in back alley motel rooms

and army barracks,

kisses hidden in shadowed corners,

hands held under the covers,

side glances in public spaces,

gentle hands cupping breasts

late at night with slow and gentle movements,

climaxes filled with women screaming

women’s names and institutionalizations and suicides

because they said

no woman could be both

happy and homosexual

 

CE Hoffman

PunkPoetry.com is delighted to introduce you to CE Hoffman, our very first Punk Poet contributor ever. This is a historic moment in the arts, ladies and gentleman. And with the current rapid disintegration of the West, it couldn’t come at a better time. We live in interesting times, and we need interesting work to represent them. Describing her work as FemmePunk Poetry, CE Hoffman also has a volume of poetry available at Amazon.com – Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948.

You can also find her at http://visceraluterus.blogspot.com

Nice Day to Get Laid*

Grown-up kid w/ groceries: cheese buns, Pepsi.
White clouds make chaos w/ sickgreen leaves.
The grass is not me, we
coexist separate-
ly.
Like how whores live alone no matter the number
of lovers they do (or don’t) take home
Like how mothers mourn while Kids get to grow
Like how whores live alone.

Grown-up girl w/ groceries: in-store sushi.
In other news, I’m making history.
In other words I’m totally
FUCKED
aka
damn lucky.

(*This title is taken from a Sex in the City quote. Seriously.)