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Child of Uranus

written by: Andrea E. Lodge


Over a thousand shades
of purple.
Without a definition.
Without definition.
Occurring between
the reds and the blues.
Where violets
mean nothing.

But everything here
is infrared.
A fractured existence.
The center of an iris.
The embodiment of
I’ll speak to you
in magentas
while we skip
moon stones
across this lake
with anti-freeze.
Opals frozen,
their rainbows broken,
flashing against
a ruptured,
Tennessee Williams sky.

Secrets lie
in lonely tiger’s eyes,
and I’m a girl
peeled-off enamel
of a fake pearl
you will ask me
not to wear.
Let us just be there.
Fade and fall
backward in faith.
Caught by the
fuchsia waters
where we lose
all confused,
all contused.
But we’ve been
bruised and broken
The swirl
of the paintbrush
will always be here,
as will we,
swirled in this world,

Andrea E. Lodge

Andrea E. Lodge

My name is Andrea Lodge and I live in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with my boyfriend and my two, somewhat disabled cats. I graduated from Holy Family University with a Bachelor's Degree in Liberal Arts. I studied Secondary Education/English and obtained my teaching certificate. After graduating, I taught middle and high school Writing and Literature for 6+ years, until becoming disabled. Now, I spend my days writing and consider my profession to be "writer," though I have yet to have anything professionally published.
I have experience writing educational and informational pieces, though my passion is in creative writing. My main focus has been in poetry for many years. I have recently, however, returned to my roots, by writing fiction, something I did when I first started out. My strongest writing comes from things that are based on fact, so I have many pieces based on my own experiences that would be considered 'Creative Non-Fiction,' or 'Memoir,' and I am also working with my father to write his stories.
Andrea E. Lodge

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