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two american poems/ pd lyons poetry project

Pdlyons's Explorations

Women Buying Guns In America

Smash the fuckin’ TV walk barefoot in the snow

Pierce ourselves with steel

Chew tequila worms ‘til the hand of god wipes our mouths

Piss wherever, say whatever fuck whoever

Fearless with the night of any street of any place

And no Thelma and Louise

We don’t die

Don’t even get caught

We hide

Disguised as geriatric cunts

Happy enough to sleep now

Two ends of the same rope coiling

Richly deserved pools of never never land

Surrender only to each other

 Our Peter Pan tongues.






American Outlaw

Always somebody just like you

Somewhere else

In photos

They even look the same

In their past your lovers

Have met and fucked them

In the dark they dreamt

Of things you used to pray for

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Sister Stones, poetry and photograph by pd lyons

Sister Stones

Today I brought her stones,
sister stones
white round found together on the beach

Not the waxy white,
not glassy grey,
but almost opal




brought to her still wet
from my having sucked their salt

why we like – Human Rights Consortium and the Institute of English Studies (both School of Advanced Study, University of London), and London-based poetry collective the Keats House Poets.

Pdlyons's Explorations

The Orphan As Adult

my eyes were not green for you
I did not rebel or lead
never even learned to read.
children dropped from me
in a pain no one cared about.
my years marked by long days and short lives.

as if expecting greeting, you return.
as if your photographs meant something
other than a young girl momentarily annoyed
her world same now as it was then
a place where things just are the way they are.

my eyes were not green for you
only an accident of birth
same as your own.
                                                       For Afghanistan

The Orphan As Adult by PD Lyons, was written upon seeing the famous National Geographic cover photo of the grown up Afghan girl who was herself originally on the cover as a child during the Russian involvement in Afghanistan. Twenty years later and not much has changed.

In Protest: New Human Rights…

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Entering Us through Breath poetry and photography by pd lyons

Entering Us through Breath

I couldn’t tell you which was man or which was woman
Or how they met their end.
I couldn’t see where one began, another ended
Or begin to guess how many.
But I can tell you this for sure:
They had never taken to the ground,
No matter how much heaped upon them,
They are always now, creatures of the air.





L’ Amazanial & Opportune by pd lyons


L’ Amazanial

Rue Sainte Opportune



We Did





the stars so bright

danced  ice cold like water

across our skin




he had watched her soft like snow by pd lyons

via he had watched her soft like snow by pd lyons

who is it knows the story is a story by pd lyons

   I come from a story

first told by my mother and my father

then friends siblings schools streets woodlands lovers enemies partners children

only now the story somewhat long do i consider –

who is it knows the story is a story

where is that part of me?

and is that the same part that has always filled

the empty space between the lines

with poetry.





Photographs from a Scorpion Night, by pd lyons

via Photographs from a Scorpion Night, by pd lyons

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