A new poem by local New Orleans poet, Julia Gene Taylor.
A profile of five rising women poets in New Orleans that includes their work, links to their sites, headshots and interviews.
We perched atop an empty plinth With each other to lean against Lust between our lips Your voice sweet enough To reach the spot inside of me That ached for something true Didn’t want to get down too soon, But you moved too smooth. Your skin wore the moon in ink, and I […]
If you like Julia’s poetry, be sure to check out some of Big Easy Magazine’s earlier published poems here and here!
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