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the year i carried a copy of ferlinghetti’s book poetry as insurgent art like a pentecostal carries and twists their bible

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
thoughts of kissing me
sleep on disreputable futons
show up at hotel room doors

just about the time
one of my gods said
i was coming close to my

but i’m nowhere in proximity
upping the ante is perhaps required
my addictions too mitigated by motherhood
and the yolk of practicality

i’m not lesbian enough
i’m not disenfranchised
i’ve never been to france
i’ve never given anyone a hand job for a grant
ted hughes has not yet abandoned me

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The Biltmore Poems


four stories above grand avenue

 don’t worry, baby

i see you
and me
what we are
could be

in the cut

taking care
to tear everything down
but each other

what an undeniably fine pair we make

but what looms larger
is what we will never be

uncooperative past lives
casting shadows
over unison laughter and room service trays

don’t worry, baby

i’ll never wear your shirt and wish for you

i won’t read the messages or answer the phone at 4 am when the brown liquor is speaking on your behalf

as an act of mercy
will you please pull your fedora down
and cover your dark eyes
so i do not have to pretend
that i don’t see the way you look at me

as we sit by the window
able to be opened just enough
to save us from the fire
release our smoke rise

but not to fall from this height

never fall

i promise not to fall

in love

don’t worry, baby




sunday morning

eyelid stage curtains rise
before the sun
my streetlight dreams of you
for that which
wakes the world to life

sleeping in a bed
without your body beside me
is an empty gesture

recently left impressions
still warm upon the sheets
i slink
to your side
of the world
hoping the scent of your skin
still lingers in the thread count

our memories hidden under the soft white pillows

i am writhing beneath
your beat
pounded metal drum lovers
sewn to the mattress
in my wanting
to move from this moment

our moans become jazz

bra straps pulled from my shoulders
nightgown torn at the thigh
you lift me to your mouth
crashing lips into my hips

tongue conquering me
our kisses an act of delicious war

i am happy to be slammed
face down
to every inch of you

coming together
inside through and covering

this unending ache
for the
sunday morning
fuck poem




feather pillows

he walked toward me
wearing nothing but a hat
and frank sinatra’s eyes

spinning my silken body toward the 3 am skyline

he pressed my nightgown against window glass

the throbbing metropolis below

i felt his poetry against my thighs

as he whispered
to my shoulder

“Have you ever made love
while watching angels fall?”




just before you left

you walked through the door of my life
as though you were coming home

despite the fact we had aligned
to go off to war together

how long in coming
our handshake had been

both of us weary but grateful
looking as if we had just driven in
from purgatory

i was prepared for every outcome
but you

the way we so naturally cared for each other

pour another drink
throw money on the table
take the keys
offer an arm
roll another one so we can sit by our window and laugh

we survived the flashing random checkpoint lights and leering eyes

applauded for each other
cried for each other

snapped to attention
on reverent common ground

listened entranced as ghosts of dead starlets rang our doorbell

made love with biltmore rooftop aspirations

but what killed me
what changed the world
the reason we now call each other when we’re
driving alone

was the way you kissed me

just before you left

the music



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Inside The Poets Mind hosted by Diana Rose featuring Alicia Young/Tour Dates

Here is an archive link to the July 1, 2012 Blog Talk Radio Show Inside The Poets Mind hosted by Diana Rose featuring Alicia Young. Listen to me discuss my new book, Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young, and the book tour accompanying the release.

The book will be available for purchase at the perfomances.

Beyond Baroque July 6th

Avenue 50 Studio July 8th

Cobalt Cafe August 7th

The Worlds Stage August 8th

La Paloma Room September 26th

The Gypsy Den October 2cd

Books may be purchased at

cover art by Los Angeles painter and poet Billy J. Burgos

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Listen to Alicia Young read her poem, dinner with death, from her debut collection of poetry, Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young. Now available from Lady-Lazarus Press!

Follow the youtube link below to hear the poet read,  dinner with death, one of the poems from her debut collection of poetry, Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young, now available from Lady-Lazarus Press. Cover art by Billy Burgos.

The book may be purchased in the bookstore at Lady-Lazarus Press my following the link below:

Alicia will be performing in Santa Monica on October 19th at The Rapp Saloon at 7:30 pm and at The Cobalt Cafe on October 23rd at 9:00pm.

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Pre-release orders now being taken for Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young, coming soon from Lady-Lazarus Press!

Pre-release orders of my book, Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young, are now being taken at Lady-Lazarus Press. Please follow the link below to see a preview of the book or to place an order at the Lady-Lazarus Press online bookstore. The price is $12.00, which includes shipping and handling. International shipping rates vary. Books will be available for shipment by month’s end.

Click here for : Lady-Lazarus Press

The book will also be available for sale at my upcoming Los Angeles performances at Beyond Baroque 0n July 6th at 7:30pm, and at Avenue 50 Studio on July 8th at 2:00pm.

The price of the book at readings is $10.00

Cover art by Los Angeles artist Billy Burgos

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Hell On Heels poems by Alicia Young coming soon from Lady-Lazarus Press

My book, Hell On Heels poems by Alicia Young, is soon to be released by Lady-Lazarus Press. The cover art was done by Los Angeles artist Billy Burgos. Preorders will soon be taken. Copies of the book will also be available at my upcoming performances in Los Angeles at Beyond Baroque on July 6th at 7:30 and at the Avenue 50 Studio on July 8th at 2 pm.

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Visit Beyond Baroque

Visit Avenue 50 Studio

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Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young

Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young

This is the cover of my forthcoming book, Hell on Heels poems by Alicia Young. The painting was done by Los Angeles artist Billy Burgos. The book will be available at my upcoming readings in Los Angeles. July 6th at 7:30 pm at Beyond Baroque Literary and Performing Arts Center and at the Avenue 50 Gallery on July 8th at 2:00 pm.

Coming soon from Lady-Lazarus Press! Preorders will soon be taken.