Shoshanah | Sarah LaRue

Image: Max Kleinman
My grandmother is the ocean now
                                       roaring always somewhere
                                                     even when quiet here and now
             her smooth surface breaks into waves

She resists and yields at once
                             in magnitudinal power tides
                                           pulled heavy from the moon
               in consort with the sun and
                             of service to the earth

I know her without seeing her
                            hear legends of her raging depth
              feeling her live in each coastal drop

She swells around my ankles
                             to let me feel my roots
                                          when instinct crashes over me
It is her—urging moments into eternity

Sarah (she/her) is a health advocate, activist, and poet who loves sunshine, storms, and quiet nights. She is a queer Jewish reiki-practicing witch, and poetry is how she understands and misunderstands Life . Sarah has been published in Stain’d Arts and South Broadway Ghost Society publications, and her work has been featured by the Helen Riaboff Whiteley Center. Her two self-published books, I’ll just hide until it’s perfect and Tend, are available now by contacting sarahdlarue@gmail.com.

it’s not enough until it hurts – sarah d.g. larue

water

independent
codependent
spoiled privilege
down the drain with
chronic pain
typical jewish
virgo sun
control freak critic freak
freak freak
sag rising, flaky bitch
cancer moon, emo baby
for some tangy
twist of balance

hippie helper healer heart
princessy anxious
horizontal workaholic
crass asshole mind
bend-over-backwards stubborn
overlover and undersharer
with a body that just
won’t quit quitting
addicted to pain
killing with kindness
to everyone not-me

rage fills my mouth like blood
spills over without good reason
other than overlong suppression
an invisible inevitable dam burst

when can i soften
soften (and forgive)
soften (and forgive)

when can i feel
other than this pain

SBGS December

Sarah grew up singing, dancing, and making stories. After a few lifetimes of creative suppression, her inner child is back with a weird little vengeance. Poetry is where Sarah’s need to make things pretty tries to dance with her need to tell ugly truths. She believes in the healing power of friendship and the memo app on her phone. Facebook. Instagram.

Photo: Ameen Hussain Fahmy

illjusthideposterlargeSarah will be having a release party this Thursday December 13th at Syntax Physic Opera at 7pm for her new chapbook, “i’ll just hide until it’s perfect.”