Paris Rosemont

Joined November 2022

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Thai Australian poet. Author of poetry collections 'Banana Girl' and 'Barefoot Poetess'.

You may find me at https://www.parisrosemont.com/

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My warm-blooded hot water bottle
Escaping winter chill—spooning my hot-hearted love, softly dreaming
By Paris Rosemont4 days ago in Poets
That old black magic called.... Winner in The Last Flame Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
They call us by many names ~ whispers ~ mutating through time till we transform into multi-headed hydra bearing little
By Paris Rosemont21 days ago in Poets
Casting for Answers. Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge.
Nylon monofilament slips down my throat how I wish things were as clear as you – see through to the core of me; you bore down and find what?
By Paris Rosemontabout a month ago in Poets
Lovesick Lament. Winner in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
I’m slipping—losing track of things you said I’ve never been a fan of long goodbyes Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead
By Paris Rosemont2 months ago in Poets
The Empress's New Gown. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
I am a memory hoarder. I mourn the loss of memories before they even have a chance to draw breath beyond their embryonic form. Amniotic fluid doubles as
By Paris Rosemont2 months ago in Poets
The frost before the dawn. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Before summer must come autumn, winter and spring. And so it goes— through each rolodex rotation of seasons fluttering brittle-
By Paris Rosemont2 months ago in Poets
Junkyard. Winner in Lantern Light Challenge. Content Warning.
I am out with my lantern salvaging scraps from the junk- yard where I have been admitted for Dilation & Curettage to purge my miscarried poems.
By Paris Rosemont3 months ago in Poets
Domestic (a)blyss. Winner in Masks We Wear Challenge. Content Warning.
He did not like babies. Not even his own. Of course, he was obliged to love them as all good parents must. But he could not
By Paris Rosemont3 months ago in Poets
Galaxies Away
Into the mouth of Cavernous night—tongues slipping; Lightyears of yearning.
By Paris Rosemontabout a year ago in Poets
How long can an echo echo
How long can an echo echo? (echo echo?) (echo echo?) the vibrations of your lips on my skin slow
By Paris Rosemontabout a year ago in Poets
I
Sigh… I Lean into the Echo chamber of my heart. Nowhere to nestle but the Cold of my loneliness, where it all begins and
By Paris Rosemontabout a year ago in Poets
Harder
My rattling need heaves restless inside my ribcage; disillusion sticks stubbornly like phlegm coating bronchial lungs. I cough.
By Paris Rosemontabout a year ago in Poets