Dear Readers,

A revised version of my poetry book, Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage, is now available as an Ebook on all platforms.

If anyone is interested in reviewing this book, please contact me for a free review copy at: contact [at] biancabowers [dot] [com]

Thanks for supporting my work, and please enjoy the samples below…

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DISTANCE

The distance grows

impossibly

I cannot communicate

in monosyllables anymore

I would not love the ocean

if she were shallow

and I cannot love you

like this

so I will stop

like a hurricane before its death

shut this silliness

like the last page of a book

the ending no longer a mystery

BRANCHES

You flicker in front of me

A black and white movie

I dream in circles

Kiss a phantom

Choke on the vapour of texts

It can never be enough

to live inside a book

romance needs oxygen – like fire

And although this fire has been lit

it cannot burn without a body

And I wonder about other lives

if we’ve met and love before

For flowers cannot grow without stalks

Yet here I am

preparing branches in my heart

for Spring

CASABLANCA

We kissed

like Bergman and Bogart

a plane hangar between us

Je t’aime

I whispered

but the wind

stole my words

before they found your ear

and though we embraced like lovers

from another lifetime

it was the last kiss

in Casablanca.

CHEMISTRY

Life dilates

du coeur

cannot steady

or disengage

This humming and hissing

of wires

destined to spark

fated to burn

Own the madness, I say

fuck or abstain

there’s not a damn bit of difference

Nothing

will reverse this chemistry

So leave me be

and let me burn

burn

burn

at your feet

in your palms

against your skin

on your tongue

Because without this

we are Poets without pens

Lovers

without chemistry

LOVE IS A SONG SHE SANG FROM A CAGE (PAPERFIELDS PRESS, 2016)

In her third book of poetry, Bianca Bowers explores the complexities of love and challenges the convention of monogamy.

“I think of Anthony and Cleopatra…epic, fated, tragic lovers that drank from love’s cup but once. Only, I am no Cleopatra.  I am Juliette, with her teenage desire; ambivalent about poison and war.”

Ruminating the one-love-fits-all theory, and toying with the concept of polyamory, the poetic voice travels from a starting point in which forbidden love poses a dilemma worthy of a Shakespearean-tragedy to a more indignant ending in which “our brains are slaveowners and love was never meant to be imprisoned.”

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BRANCHES

You flicker in front of me

A black and white movie

I dream in circles

Kiss a phantom

Choke on the vapour of texts

It can never be enough

to live inside a book

romance needs oxygen – like fire

And although this fire has been lit

it cannot burn without a body

And I wonder about other lives

if we’ve met and love before

For flowers cannot grow without stalks

Yet here I am

preparing branches in my heart

for Spring

CASABLANCA

We kissed

like Bergman and Bogart

a plane hangar between us

Je t’aime

I whispered

but the wind

stole my words

before they found your ear

and though we embraced like lovers

from another lifetime

it was the last kiss

in Casablanca.

CHEMISTRY

Life dilates

du coeur

cannot steady

or disengage

This humming and hissing

of wires

destined to spark

fated to burn

Own the madness, I say

fuck or abstain

there’s not a damn bit of difference

Nothing

will reverse this chemistry

So leave me be

and let me burn

burn

burn

at your feet

in your palms

against your skin

on your tongue

Because without this

we are Poets without pens

Lovers

without chemistry