Teresa Costa

Medusa

Anyone of us
could have
      defaced
      dethroned
      deflowered
      ourselves
in a temple of silenced
gods.


Sick Poem

Felt ill.
Upchucked
Some words
that refused
to digest
Too bad for me
I'll have to
write
   slower.


Broken Up

You transmit spirit into
dis/ease.
Light fires in staggered
forms.
Till the earth
with jagged machinery
        rusted b;lades
& allow yrself
frequency of sound that
plays havoc upon the
solemnly wrecked
solemnly wracked.
Shouting words that snap
in torrents of vulgarity.
You transmit anger to
tears of sorrow
           & sweat pours
from the brow of those
few who care to
love you.
Confusion & resistance
are those you play into
power.
It is those few that you
must transfer into love
& caring before hearts
are broken up
under shadows
            of your
painless doubt.


About the Author

Teresa Costa was born in Cobble Hill section of Brooklyn, NY and raised in the shadow of the Catskill Mountains. She is a graduate of Kingston High School and a 60 year resident of Ulster county. Costa has read extensively throughout the Hudson Valley, in Albany, NYC & in Venice beach, California. Most recently published: Calling All Poets (CAPs) Anthologies 2024 & Anniversary issue 2025. What Dreams May Come-DarkAngel Publications, Long Island Quarterly, Gasconade Review presents: Ladies Night-Spartan Press, amongst others. Costa is available for readings and can be contacted at: hotpoet391@yahoo.com.

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