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written by: Andrea E. Lodge

 

The Queen of Spades
lays face-down
in the semi-muddy
half-grass.
While they are
bumming cigarettes,
talking too loudly,
losing the art of
common courtesy.

And I am Samhain sky.
The end of long sleeves,
and burning up
in humid dew.

The window falls in,
all kinds of forecasts.
Climb over mountains.
Traumatic memories
and life.
Just life.
Closed now.

I hate a red deck.
I just hate red.
Flip her now.
I’m sure there’s a meaning.

I am the beauty
in the eggshell sparkle
slithering in the bottom
of the frying pan.
Speckled.
Vacant, colorless crayon
in the middle
of December.
Just wax.
Wax.
No vinegar
or wire dippers.
Above the drapes.
Out of reach.

Nail polish isn’t worth
the chipping,
like anxiety,
like heritage habits,
and how we’ve never had
a tornado.

The Queen of Spades
in a photograph.
Still soggy.
A mirror.

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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