My Bullshit Poetry

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I did see him first. I tried to duck back into the bank, but the pull towards him was too great. He felt me and stopped dead, looking up from [...]

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I arrived at the party, already one in, with an entire bag of bacon treats evenly spread between the pockets of my jeans and my left sock. The [...]

Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive Phone rings with a clang. Rotary dial. I’m in my hide out. “Marta. You have to come up for air.” “Mom. No can do. [...]

Time stands still vigil a moment of silence for free in reverence with honour then gently Time opens its hand returning to me that which was never lost but kept safely between the lines Written [...]

And ultimately it was that job that drove me to this: The Book of Revelations is written on the souls of my feet Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive

I’m never sure exactly what wakes me. I’m never sure if my eyes are open to the smell of coffee, to the breeze off the lake and through the sunshine, or if to the glint of the blue [...]

For the record, my heart’s desire is to write fiction. Truth and fact, that’s easy and utilitarian. The real challenge, the real love of my life, is always the mythical, that force [...]

Psoas long as the stars hang in the sky still The ankle bone is connected to the cervical spine Then Looking Up I wrote this a bunch of years ago. I have shared it 2 other times; this is the [...]

HI I’m Adrienne Yeardye. I am currently living in Hamilton Ontario. I moved here to be close to my family, especially to be near my Grandpa. He’s 94 years old, and continues to choose [...]

My Grandpa lies. Big ones. Fat ones. Short ones. Skinny ones. And he’s good too. He can tell a thorough half-truth while shoe-horning into his hushpuppies, without even blinking an eye. In fact, [...]