Best Posts

Some older posts that you may want to revisit.

About my last name, Hor.
A poem about Revenge (always a popular topic). Girls, when your man cheats try this technique out.
I do exist.
Taking it ATM.
My Publishing History

My Photo

Here is a photo of me. The link below is something else. You can compare for yourself. Moctezuma's always trying to humiliate me, but it's not working.

Photo Dispute with Moctezuma

Moctezuma says this photo is of me, but it isn't. He's trying to humiliate me with this photo but you can see my actual photo if you look above.

Publishing History

That Fucker (coming soon)
Published by Girls Carrying Books

I Am Not a Whore (eBook)
Published by Girls Carrying Books

I, the Greatest Girlfriend (print)
Published by Girls Carrying Books

Emme the Hor

literary chaos magazine

Two Poems about Rothko and Rosenvasser
Clockwise Cat

I'm a Bunny
Yellow Mama

Grab your butts
Cerebral Catalyst

A Day at the Gym
Cerebral Catalyst

Recipe & The Power of Email
Literary Chaos

Dear Corporations
Clockwise Cat

Two Poems: I must be the greatest girlfriend & Put me on a Pedestal
Literary Chaos

Taking it Ass to Mouth
Cerebral Catalyst

Revenge
Cerebral Catalyst

Suck, Pig, Suck
Zygote in my Coffee

My Last Name: Hor
Zygote in my Coffee

TAKING IT ATM

Hello all fans and supporters. A new piece, inspired by my rendezvous with a certain boy in a motel, inspired this new poem: ATM. It's part of this literary-porno vibe I'm riding.

Please enjoy and feel free to send me an email and tell me what you think.

Also, check out my past work:

Publishing History

Emme Hor

Emme Hor was on the beach but nobody saw her even though everybody stared. It's the way it is when you're a hot, hot, hot girl with curves on the beach. They all look but nobody sees anything. The girls, those jealous bitches, you know you all are, see things that make them sick--and I don't exist--the boys, the horny dogs, see tits and ass, see holes to stick their sticks in, see places to rub--and I don't exist.

But I do exist. Here I am, in the word, in the work, in the voice of sex and rage and love, respect and humiliation.

Scroll down and visit the works of Emme Hor--vibrant and vibrating along with the universe.

A new poem by Emme Hor:
Revenge
beware of the scorn!