MOLLY ROSE MCGRANE
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Waterfall | Bridge | The BenchPublished by Pidgeonholes Magazine |
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Glass Palace | Blue Green Water | HummingbirdPublished by Fishfood Magazine |
Pink Flower | The Tourist | Soft Sunny Path |
Sun Baby | Praying Mantis | Butterflies |
Daisy | Lounging |  Quito |
Moonlit Sky |  Sunrise Behind Bars |  Sunset |
POETRY
Sonnets and Shorts
Published by The Sandy River Review December 4th
No, They Don't Have HIV
Water spills over the lip of the cup
That I force into your teeth
A sputtering feather
Contesting the wind
I watch the silk bleed forth
From the fire inside your thighs
The rope bites at wrists
Drink up drink up drink up
The arch of her back refracts
The sun's introductory glow
And under the hands of her partner
Her beautiful legs start to bow
Gentle shapes reform their bodies, sheets, sun
all the hatred that'd been spewed finally unwound -- undone.
Published by The Voices Project August 6th 2019
GARDEN COURTING
Throne of red bonnets remains to remind us of lust
Amidst fractures from Tinder’s white lies.
Love wasn’t always on groupon next to shampoo that soothes
When sunrises shook irises from unpolluted moonlit skies
we carved our names in the forest’s
bloomed dark glass which holds powder to portray what you saw-
Dahlia and soil growing rich in their dust
Hearts of courtship masked in slavery’s cries
Lifting plantation songs never stained, starving while
Sweet gentry hide shredded feet behind roses
Southern life dead. Once flowering trellis, cracked thorns now pierce
Loves an abandoned culture of history’s
Living-minded figurines your fragile
History inked into your ancient skin as it melted with mine one last time