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Poetry and Art by Joanna C. Valente

  • Writer: Lover's Eye Press
    Lover's Eye Press
  • Sep 24
  • 1 min read

The Man Who Laughs and the Woman Trapped in Time


Rise through wild river under moon lit hour— whisper the universe—desire


eternal—then hold heaven fruits as gifts belonging of sea where run-rose morning lights


a room red—eternality dripping want like a planet made of water—that is what the long-haired woman in limbo


says to him in sleep—his nights full of undulating longing—of woman but also of quiet—a kind of laughter


that rings heaven’s doors

from a wagon lonely of luxury but not

from love’s unkindness.


He learns to drive a boat just to sail her away from

herself so a new creature can be born within

her—and him—rise out like Caravaggio’s angel


unseen—an arm reaching for a woman

as if to fix all earth’s problems—stomp out

insatiable appetites the shape of demons—


he knows she can’t see and he can’t speak

these dreams—the gifts of fruits—

but that she is the cause of it. 

"Angels in Space"
"Angels in Space"
"Conduit"
"Conduit"
"Neither Here Nor There"
"Neither Here Nor There"
"Portrait Stuck in Time(s)"
"Portrait Stuck in Time(s)"

Joanna C. Valente is a human who dreams of living inside a seashell. Joanna is the author of several collections including η ψυχή, η ψυχή μας/the soul, our soul. They are the illustrator of Dead Tongue by Bunkong Tuon and Raven King by Fox Henry Frazier.

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