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written by: Andrea E. Lodge


In my endless abyss of essences,
I am heliotropic.
While Dad holds a buttercup
under my tiny chin.
Was it meant to tell
if I was a sweetie,
or just let the world know
whether or not
I liked butter?

And I am poison.
Like the lead I smear across paper.
Paint chips in a child’s mouth.

Reflective bits of yellow,
cave dweller in the driveway
with an old margarine tub
collecting bits of what
could never be called rocks.
Then my hair stopped shining,
because age brings the darkness.

And I am diseased.
Air-borne with one of my essences
in one of my dimensions.

In 1916,
a little old man
walked through the field,
painted all the yellows,
telling stories,
a shade of blue.
True story.
And I pick five whenever I see them,
and they die in my purse.

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. I now spend my days writing and creating visual art, mainly through painting. I consider my profession to be full-time Writer and have had several pieces published online and in print since April, 2019. I am set to have my first collection of poetry released shortly. 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. However, I have also 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.' I am currently making an attempt to write a manga.
Andrea E. Lodge

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