JP Howard aka Juliet P. Howard is a poet, lawyer, Cave Canem fellow and native New Yorker. She was selected as a Lambda Literary Foundation 2011 Emerging LGBT Voices Fellow, as well as a 2011 Cave Canem Fellow-in-Residence at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts (VCCA). JP was a finalist in the Astraea Lesbian Writer’s Fund 2009-2010 poetry category and recipient of a Soul Mountain Retreat writing residency in 2010. Her poems are published or forthcoming in Talking Writing, Muzzle Magazine, Connotation Press, TORCH, Queer Convention: A Chapbook of Fierce, Cave Canem Anthology XII: Poems 2008-2009, Cave Canem XI 2007 Anthology, The Portable Lower East Side (Queer City), Promethean Literary Journal and Poetry in Performance. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from The City College of New York, as well as a BA from Barnard College and a JD from Brooklyn Law School. She co-founded Women Writers in Bloom Poetry Salon and Blog, a forum offering women writers at all levels a venue to come together in a positive and critically supportive space. http://womenwritersinbloompoetrysalon.blogspot.com/
Phantom LoverI dreamt you were the final peace of us That place where memory taunts goodbye Now, you will stop haunting my nights Singeing my dreams with your scent Pushing my voice into Pillow swallowing Me whole while I Remember Your skin’s Touch.
Sexy Self-PortraitSee Mirror See sexy See reflection Rub hands on full hips While licking your own lips Admire cocoa butter Curve of ass while spanking yourself Shhhh….ain’t nobody looking while you Let fingers search thighs nipples find softness
Simmering skin seeks touch of rising heat See steamy reflection kiss smooth skin Be gentle be rough dim the lights Burn rose scented candles drip Hot wax on secret spots Inhale self sexy Scent of rose skin Trace where next Lover Melts Praise Poem for Baby Girl
Baby girl praise your stick thin, bony, knock kneed spitfire self. Praise the Buster Brown black patent leather Mary Janes, and your saccharine dagger smile. Praise you child for holding me together, when I should have split in two.
Baby girl praise your pink bows kissing braided plaits, your innocence dangled by ears. Praise peach colored ruffles that curled round your throat, and the memories waiting to be uncovered.
Baby girl praise all the words you held in, folded under skin, and let crawl into crevices. Praise your soft voice, let your whispers scream: “No the cat don’t got my tongue!”
Baby girl praise the turquoise daisy dotted dress and the secrets buried deep. Praise your tiny little body for keeping us afloat, and praise the words you carved under my tongue.