Two Poems by Elizabeth Moura




Man screams in a dark theater


in a dark theater

a man 


puts his hand

on my knee


on my thigh


I gently

cover his hand with mine


and snap his fingers back

until they crack






the apology


so sorry

said he

to her

as if

he could


what he

had taken

out of

her life








Elizabeth Moura lives in a converted factory in a small city and works with elders in a small town. She has had poetry, flash fiction or  photographs published in several publications including The Heron’s Nest, Chrysanthemum, Atlas Poetica, Ardea, Presence, Shamrock,  Flash, Paragraph Planet and Flash Fiction Magazine.




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