Wet Paint by Anita McQueen

I posed for a painter.
He couldn't pay me but a couple of crumbs.

He said my face was sweet and my eyes sinister.

His company was settling for a time
when I wanted to scream.

I deserted him.
He sold the painting of me and moved on.

I find myself
often
in a stance he should have painted
for the two of us.




Published in The Literary Burlesque- 1/4/11

Charger by Anita McQueen

Running
against the wind
purposely
aiming myself
to the bull's-eye
showing
every muscle
stretch of skin
oiled with sweat
unafraid
of horns and hoofs
and grunt of the pawing beast.



Published in The Camel Saloon- 1/4/11

It's Not Fair by Anita McQueen

Sin is
heaviest
on the nape of the neck

bowing us down
under the sky
and the ceiling of our cell.



Published in Raven Images- 1/2/11

Just Before Bed by Anita McQueen

Forgiveness in the air
 
inhaling
fast and furious
 
not getting enough
to stop the tears.



Published in Raven Images- 1/2/11

Cloudy Visions by Anita McQueen

Falling from
night sky

raindrop
thousands

tilting
my head back

eyes open
blurring

water from the gods.



Published in The Camel Saloon- 12/31/10
Published in The Second Hump- 1/1/11