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 Tounge Knows the Taste of Water

The Big Bellies of the Starved

Colorless State of Existence

The Confession

The Cresendo

Daughter of New Orleans

Desire (Erotica)

The Elephants

En el Chinga (Erotica)

Finger My Skin (Erotica)

Girls Who Kill Themselves

Give Thanks

How May I Help You?

Hypocrisy of the Floating Drowned

I Bleed...

I Found Him by the Ocean

In the Playroom


(Knock! Knock! Knock!) Hello, You Don't Know Me...

The Manefesto

Meaning

The Nature of Woodpeckers or...

Ode to Life

Of the Ocean (Erotica)

On the Road to Success

Passion (Erotica)

Share

She Refuses to be Good (Erotica)

This Muse

The Vultures (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
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