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Lizzy Co (she/they)
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Fresh weekly memoir-poetry. Free verse, sonnets, villanelles. All names are changed. www.thelizzycoshow.com

  1. THE MOON OR FENTANYL

    15 MAR

    THE MOON OR FENTANYL

    THE MOON OR FENTANYL The first two weeks of love pluck out your eyes, Inject you with the finest fentanyl. Those blankets-tossing leave you mummified, But there are many worse ways to be killed. The moon watches from far away and laughs: How lovely, to see her fine influence Reflected in the curling toes and gasps Of lovers who cannot foresee the end. The sightless monster roams the land, seeking That dope he used to smoke when he was young, Some sensation to make life worth living. Those first two weeks of love: he had them, once. The moon or fentanyl, it’s up to you. Most drugs will lie. Love won't tell you the truth. New poems and podcasts every Sunday. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    1 min

  2. 22 FEB

    KISS THE FEET THAT FROZE

    Inspired by Nobody’s Girl and the recent arrest of Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor. KISS THE FEET THAT FROZE I had one myself: A cousin not really a cousin, A person who taught me that once a door closes It might not easily open, Not in my own time, anyway, But at some distant point on the line, I and those memories Both made their escape in the night. No one holds words in their teeth to respond to the story. It requires lines that folks wish didn’t exist, So they take time to assemble, Tumble out oddly, teetering, fumbling. Trained to be his humble helpmeet, Raised up in the glory of suffering, Good thing I contain multitudes, because There was never enough of me. What an absolute, glass-smashing disaster To rend the body of someone so small. Give me shards over hands, give me finding the fault, Give me something to keep me from punching a hole in the wall. Now, comes the part where I make the patented Lizzy Co positive twist, Take a left in the road to drop off the folks who don’t want to know, Reassure them that the world still has its mighty sunrise glow, And life contains its gifts. The souls who can stay Weren’t born that way. I bow to the people who rattled the same bars I had to, I kiss the feet that froze when they couldn’t run. I can barely behold you for blinking from brightness. Don't you understand what a lantern you've become? Your light burned away all the unlovely madness. It's not your fault you were the chosen one. Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    2 min

  3. 15 FEB

    THE NIGHT CAFE

    THE NIGHT CAFE Step inside the night cafe: It opens after dark. Baristas froth moon-lattes, And there’s lots of room to park. To pass on by the night cafe Would be a crying shame. Who wouldn’t want to be someplace Where people know your name? A special thing occurs when the stars rise. The doors to the cafe all come unlocked, But no matter how hard you squint your eyes, You won't spot the key-holder. (She’s a fox.) She’s not the only animal you’ll meet If you venture into the night cafe. This place is host to many gentle beasts: Slow-moving vegetarians...mostly. An octopus works four groupheads at once, Steaming the milk just-so as coffee pours. Here, the wait is short, and if your funds Are low, someone will spot you. (But, of course!) A lone wolf washes dishes in the back. In his case, the night cafe provides A bit of time and some space from the pack. He scours, rinses, wipes the cups bone-dry. Some strange hybrid of creature works the till, A thing all feathered, muscular, and free, Alive in the sunlight and counting bills. (That sweet, bizarre, lovely creature is me.) So won’t you come into the night cafe? The candlelight is bright enough for words. Have a seat, your drink is on the way. Your plate is brought to you by chirping birds. When you’re all done, just know you’re welcome back, Each evening, when the sun turns down its sheets. The night cafe will give you what you lack. The night cafe will meet your every need. Thank you for supporting my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    2 min

  4. 8 FEB

    FEBRUARY 7, 2026

    FEBRUARY 7, 2026 What is the center stone? Is it the man having a tantrum I bounced from the building? Maybe it’s the baby wearing tiny winter boots. Perhaps, the little girl who loves hot chocolate, Or the gleeful perimenopausals cracking each other up. It might be the perfect breakfast sandwich I brought home. It could even be the lover who waits to turn me into the full moon. Hello there, you handful of bright and dark sparkles. Give me some time. I’ll place you just right. - Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    1 min

  5. 26 JAN

    DIFFERENT, KINDER

    DIFFERENT, KINDER ◎ ICE rains on a frigid city. A new diamond glitters on a young woman’s hand. ◎ Waters warm that should be frozen. A child knows butter for the first time. ◎ A hard memory surfaces that I didn’t know was there. A different, kinder one rises to meet. ● Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    25 sec

  6. 18 JAN

    IT DISAGREES WITH THE INTERNET

    IT DISAGREES WITH THE INTERNET ◎ Glittering key-claws, Dance on the spot, scan the clock: Rules for good girls, laws. ◎ There never really was a monster lurking: I was spinning alone in the dark, The ghost stories were working. ◎ Twenty years of moonlit steps: My experience tells me I’m safe. It disagrees with the internet. ◎ Behind the scenes: This week, at the cafe I manage, I shared some stories of my old bartending days with my young staff, and they expressed fear at the thought of walking home alone after last call. I assured them, to their surprise, that I could count on one hand the number of times I had encountered a tricky situation in my two decades of restaurant work. The scary stories absolutely do exist, and they stand out not because they’re the norm for which we should prepare, but because they’re a shocking departure from the usual behavior of everyday humans. I’m a small-statured, gorgeous, female-looking person, and I’m here to report that the world is not as drop-dead terrifying as the clickbait would have you believe. Just keep your head on straight and you’ll be alright. ● Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    28 sec

  7. 12 JAN

    WHAT GOOD IS SELF CARE?

    Content warning: reference to gun violence. WHAT GOOD IS SELF CARE? Slip forbidden whetstone to a virgin weighing the odds. When she cries out for guidance, teach her to consult the gods. A flimsy blade is more cruel of a tease than empty hands. Unkind, to teach a fighting spirit that she stands a chance. Wise mind got branded as some silly woman’s toy, and so Its usefulness to revolutionaries: little known. I ask, what good is self care when they shoot you in the face For witnessing and questioning and not knowing your place? It’s easy to feel powerless after a tragedy, but there’s always a way to help even if the damage feels impossible to remedy in full. If this poem moved you, please consider a donation in Renee Nicole Good’s name to Vermont Journalism Trust, rated 91% on Charity Navigator. Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    1 min

  8. 4 JAN

    (TITLE CENSORED)

    Content warning: family violence. If you’re not in a good headspace for that sort of thing right now, I completely understand and you're welcome back next time for something lighter. * * * * * * * * * WHEN MOM IS HOLDING A KNIFE TO YOUR THROAT It’s best to stay calm, if you can. Keep your eyes on her teeth, The way smart city striders Ignore turn signals for car tires, Rescuing their necks So they may seek their own desires. If this poem moved you, please consider a donation to Friends of the Children, rated 98% on Charity Navigator. Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com

    18 sec
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Fresh weekly memoir-poetry. Free verse, sonnets, villanelles. All names are changed. www.thelizzycoshow.com

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  • Creator
    Lizzy Co (she/they)
  • Years Active
    2023 - 2026
  • Episodes
    14
  • Rating
    Clean
  • Copyright
    © Shelby Colgan
  • Show Website
    Sunday Poems