The poetry of Maura Yzmore


I bake you a cake.
Two parts friendship,
three teaspoons laughter.
One part history
with ten cups of liquor.
Baked for months
by searing desire.

But you’re on a diet.
You’re watching your emotions.
You can’t have something as
as my love.





What drew me in were the murmurs
in the brook of your voice
and all the green luscious trees
that hid your shape in the crown.

What drew me in was the sweet dew
in your sweat and your spittle
but you’re an isle and I’m stranded
and together we drown.

Maura Yzmore is a Midwest-based writer and academic scientist. Her poetry appeared in Elephants Never and her short fiction was published in Gone LawnJellyfish ReviewThe Molotov Cocktail, and elsewhere. Website: Twitter: @MauraYzmore


  1. Your concrete, specific descriptions of feelings work well. It is refreshing because a lot of people don’t like poetry because they don’t understand it. Poems are puzzles with no solutions. I liked both your poems. Keep up the good work!

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