Posts Tagged ‘Bodwell’

Don’t Drink the Water

In Poetry on June 26, 2013 at 3:03 pm

White Man is

Black in his ways,

darker than the

Innocent he hunts.

His bullets sharper than the

blades that fight them,

His cold smiles and

False Friendship

more dangerous than


You could listen hard,

never hear the cries, but

When you stand with your feet

in the water,

The cool liquid passing

between your aching toes, your

skin will turn


The blood still flows fast there.


Julia Bodwell, USA


Blank Page

In Poetry on March 16, 2013 at 1:38 pm

You are the constant ache in the

back of my


I see you in my


You live behind my eyelids,

Wait for them to close,

Make your move.


You eat away


A leech



I cannot defeat you ’til I

Fill your endless White with my



Strangle you with letters,

My commitment

Your death sentence.


Julia Bodwell, USA

Little Girl, Lost

In Poetry on November 11, 2012 at 7:42 am

You fall through hidden burrows,

Through the center of the


Chasing White Light down

Dark Hallways.

You are bigger than your foes but

You are wide-eyed and

Young, and

Their Red Lies bleed quick through your

Porcelain Skin.

You live a fantasy life,

Holding fast to false friends and

Make-believe dreams


When you come out the other side

You will see things differently,

The world backwards, and

Upside down and


Trapped behind the glass, a

Frozen mirror.


Your mouth moves but

Nothing comes out.


Julia Bodwell, USA