Afraid of Outer Space

Afraid of Outer Space
by Valerie Parente

She says she’s afraid
of outer space
but everything she loves
exists in space
through the cosmos and the black
hurtles a place
that she calls home
perfectly made
a perfect planet
for an imperfect race
and all it takes is one doubt
to collapse all progress made
so instead she says she fears
the less familiar state
a void out there
of astronomical stakes.

Maybe what we’re scared of
isn’t the vastness of space
maybe what we’re really scared of
is coming face to face
with the reality that we’re all
floating through a blank slate
where anything could happen
but we get to dictate
how far we go
to make sense of this place
maybe it’s the vastness of the choices
that could be made
that scares us to death
when humans get a say.

Down here we have differences
down here we’re supposed to be safe
but we’re capable of making it dangerous
we’re capable of turning it into a hellscape.
Out there might be vast
but there’s no room for hate
we can only survive it
if we collaborate
working hand in hand
remembering we’re the same.
Out there hope and love
is what governs our fate.
Out there the only thing that matters
is humanity’s greatest strengths.

“Artemis II” by Valerie Parente

– Valerie Parente (4-11-2026)


Pour My Heart

Pour My Heart by Valerie Parente

I pour my heart
into everything that I do
like shedding blood
into every brew.

This is the art
of bleeding your muse
just a little taste
of the pain that fuels.

Put it out there in the world
now it’s tea for two
let that multiply
with every view.

Bring out the fine china
let the blood spew
it’s been steeped to perfection
from me to you.

– Valerie Parente (4-11-2026)

Cathedral

Cathedral by Valerie Parente

She worships her body
like a cathedral
a sacred space
to shelter the ego.

A corset of ribbed vaults
to emphasize her curves;
if this is no man’s state
then separate it from her church.

You made her body
into something political
but she’s not a group project
she’s an individual.

She listens to her own belief system
not the sound of a man’s sermon
knowing there’s no such thing
as a whore or a virgin.

The religion of her decisions
only needs to make sense to her
one woman’s freedom
is not another man’s curse.

– Valerie Parente (4-7-2026)

Theist

Theist by Valerie Parente

People ask, do you believe in God?
I ask, does God believe in us?
Then I remember, He lets us keep going
He lets us keep going even when we mess up
He lets us keep going
He lets us keep going, so he must.

– Valerie Parente (3-27-2026)


Wish Upon A Star…

Wish Upon A Star… by Valerie Parente

When children wish upon a star
do you think their little brains know
that the star might have died
a long time ago?

The naivety of our past
influences our hopes today
yet that light still reaches us
even after that star goes away.

Somewhere down the line
that star turned to dust
but look at you now,
out of that dust you grew up.

So why shouldn’t we believe
a wish on a star can come true
when we ourselves are manifestations
of the fire they once bloomed.

Death is just a word
what was once life goes on
in the little ripples and effects
of a light so strong from beyond.

Those children had it right
to wish upon the stars.
Energy never dies
it just moves along.

– Valerie Parente (3-21-2026)


Ravenheart: Her Black Heart (A Fantasy Chronicle)

Ravenheart: Her Black Heart by Valerie Parente

That woman had a ravenheart
so burnt and charred
buried in her chest
like a pounding scar.

She lived in the dwelling
dwelling on the pain
and when the prince came to save her
she hid deep in her cave.

She cried, “Don’t get too close to me
I have a black heart
you will never be safe
within my arms.”

He countered, “Your worry is warped
my dear, fear no death
your black heart is no curse
it’s the channel for your depth.

No surface absorbs light
as well as the color black
what you say you destroy
is what you attract.

Step out, into the world
you’d be surprised how wonderful it is
to interact with it all
and feel the sun on your skin.”

With black veins like branches
she revealed herself
and her black heart raced
at the sight of someone else.

– Valerie Parente (10-4-2025)

Eve

Eve by Valerie Parente

I am every woman
who came before me.
Every moment they sacrificed
carved out a space
for my dreams.

I am every moment
a woman is believed.
Every truth they told
lays the foundation
that sets me free.

I am the truth
flawed as it may be.
Every mistake a girl makes
we feel empathy
all the way back
to our first girl, Eve.

– Valerie Parente (3-13-2026)



Savor / Savior

Savor / Savior by Valerie Parente

I asked God “how can I make the most of a moment?”
and he told me to savor
but taste has always made me feel guilty
like a sick girl who chews and spits it out for the flavor.
Now in my recovery and adulthood
I don’t condone that behavior
but I’d be lying if I withheld the facts of my past
bound to come out sooner or later
how I wasted away like I wasted time
and made my own breathing labored.
The truth is I’m still scared of consumption
without a cavern or a crater
but I no longer leave room intentionally
I’ve started to do myself that favor,
realizing gut feelings are there for a reason
and to mute them is to mute my maker.
So I saved myself from within by enjoying food again
to the memories the guardian angels catered.
Now I feel a presence in every present tense
with a belly that belongs to a savior.

– Valerie Parente (3-8-2026)

Let Your Hair Down

Let Your Hair Down by Valerie Parente

If there is such a world
that buries women in the ground
for letting their hair down
let my sisters see the light of day
when a tornado comes their way.
As they feel the movement in the air
tell my sisters, don’t be scared
that rush is just the feeling
of the wind in your hair.

– Valerie Parente (3-3-2026)

Witness

Witness by Valerie Parente

What is a world
if it has no witness?
This whole big universe
and if consciousness didn’t exist
neither would it.


Reality without mind
means no here or there
no big picture to see
without someone aware.

So the next time you feel the slightest bit blue
remember every single beautiful thing that is, was, and will ever be
means nothing without you.

– Valerie Parente (2-21-2026)