LISA MARIE BASILE

[smokefalls]

“A shell is my sadness. It is xenolith, protruding so but I cannot extract it.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, Nympholepsy

[smokefalls]

“We hold the hand of eternity, a never-time, some dream of a dream of someone’s but not ours. We move through our goneness.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, Nympholepsy

[smokefalls]

“The wounds make noise like starlight;”

— Lisa Marie Basile, Nympholepsy

[voirlvmer]

“We ritualize death by living, we are always building our quiet. / That I might vanish into the sea, / that you might, that blue blackens into white.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea”

[voirlvmer]

“I hold my breath to move between the veil. / Miracles, we sing. / Death only happens to the living; / even the quietest corners pale away.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea”

[lizmcgehee]

“saint of sea change” by Lisa Marie Basile in Ovunque Siamo

[voirlvmer]

“Let me tumble to resurrection & / stop me from sleeping all day. I have barely seen the sun. I won’t wake up / until I have forgotten the scent of absence.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea”

[dk-thrive]

“the loneliness spills out of the box, here onto my lap and up into all of it. a salty quiet rushing in, and of it, all of me.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, from “Twelve Poems” (Spork Press) (via Alive on All Channels)

[cruelfeast]

I Put The Coffin Out To Sea by Lisa Marie Basile

[glassfed]

My mother is a satchel of insects flitting away from me. She wants to find the light. Her monarchs fly Eastward. Their atomic shadows against the apron of some sun, the last quantum bit of her wing song.

Is it more painful to mourn for your mother or watch your mother mourn for you?

She says, all you need to exist is contentment. How can you disappear if you’re not sure you’ve existed? Have you ever even been here, baby?

Anadalucía, Lisa Marie Basile

[eunoiareview]

saint of orphaned girls

Tell me who I am            in these strange rooms.             Tell me how to stay soft,                        porcelain, that in this carving out,            I remain inlaid of light. And let me remain my mother’s daughter—             abject, shaped of want, violenced. This is the wound I can accommodate,            & know so well. That I would rather stay in hell                         than…

[hellaghosts]

oh lisa marie basile’s i put the coffin out to sea we’re really in it now

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Lisa Marie Basile, from "Apocryphal"

[fortunatelyflowerless]

https://burninghousepress.com/2019/10/31/3-poems-by-lisa-marie-basile/

3 Poems by Lisa Marie Basile

i The church fills                    with what will never leave me. Men here       &nb…

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Lisa Marie Basile, Light Magic for Dark Times

[smokefalls]

“A secret: Even creatures of night wear the mask of day.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, Nympholepsy

[smokefalls]

“And my memories of her are wrapped in fog forever, fog and fog.”

— Lisa Marie Basile, Nympholepsy