Words: Coleen T. Houlihan
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Picture

You are
my red,
stained
water lily,
flowing
from my wounds.

© Coleen T. Houlihan

 
Because my Tongue Knows the Taste of Water

The Big Bellies of the Starved

Colorless State of Existence

The Confession

Daughter of New Orleans

Desire (Erotica)

The Elephants*

Finger My Skin* (Erotica)

Girls Who Kill Themselves*

Give Thanks*

How May I Help You?*





I Bleed...*

The Manefesto

Ode to Life*

Of the Ocean (Erotica)

Passion (Erotica)

She Refuses to be Good (Erotica)


What the Bombs Won't Do

What the Frog Said to Me*

When the Firefly Lands* (Erotica)

When Will You* (Erotica)

Words a Child Prostitute Might Say
*Audio file available.

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