Apryl Skies is a California native, an award-winning author, filmmaker, and founder of Edgar & Lenore's Publishing House. Skies’ writing is highly aesthetic, lyrical and provocative. She now resides among the ancient saguaros, colourful street art and opulent monsoon skies of Tucson AZ.
Elements & Angels is a wildly imaginative collection of poetry by award-winning author, Apryl Skies. Like snapshots capturing memories, past lives, Skies draws a full spectrum of emotion from each sacred moment, moulding them into cinematic poems, dramatic recollections and gritty vignettes. Skies navigates her way through an uncertain world recognizing the magic of the mundane. These poems are time capsules and the messages within overflow with thought-provoking metaphor. Long-awaited and epic in scale this collection reads like a survivor anthem.
From Elements & Angels
Poems inspired by Los Angeles
Buried beneath soot and ash
Paradise wounded
Fire at the Midnight Matinee
bursts into flame
Radioactive egos tread water
exploding into a sea of cinder
centerfolds and cardboard cut-outs
with their manufactured smiles,
flailing arms, and yoga mats
rush toward a painted
Hollywood horizon
scraping the gum from their heels.
viewers take their seats
awaiting the next Black Dahlia
full of popcorn
and imitation butter.
Poems inspired by Tucson
Tucson Landscape
Over desert horizon
Coyote and moon
Oracle Starlings
Starlings in flight
their peculiar formations
mingle with the ghosts
above the cemetery on Oracle Road
a choreographed birdsong,
a dance with the dead
at twilight
the sun sinks
beneath the Tucson landscape
into the shadows of ancient Saguaros
than the living
115 Degrees Fahrenheit
to return to you
across desert horizons
of saguaros and mesquite
miles rippled with heat
trundling onto this tired highway,
my bridge back home …
And I could not love you more
as I lean heavy into your indifference,
once my soft place to land
now a shattered citadel
of infinite distances
And those raw truths
that continue to burn and consume
our existence, and each of these
haunting stars above
revealing all our unremarkable postures
How very foolish we are
to think any one of us
worthy of crown.














