on the edge — Day 15
my ache was malleable but your hands are stained it’s not art: it’s blood for gallery walls Day 13 of #NaPoWriMo Join Us Today’s challenge is a short poem, but […]
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and this— Day 14
my ache was malleable but your hands are stained it’s not art: it’s blood for gallery walls Day 13 of #NaPoWriMo Join Us Today’s challenge is a short poem, but
stained-glass — Day 13
my ache was malleable but your hands are stained it’s not art: it’s blood for gallery walls Day 13 of #NaPoWriMo Join Us Today’s challenge is a short poem, but
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inside a poem — Day 12
the poems write themselves as lovers taste the pain today is an experiment writing and the dissection how do you eat the pain? gums bleeding roots of an unplanted tree
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secondhand — Day 11
the summer spent in MaineI never experienced my skin’s a lobster todayand he drinks wine now I used to buy fresh produceon the side of the road they go to
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untitled — Day 9
the toothbrush has become heavy again Day 9 of #NaPoWriMo Join Us Off prompt today. No time to Sonnet 😉
The List of Possibilities — Day 7
She had all this potential, lost on survival. Maybe when she was five and reached out for the warmth of understanding, that was when the list began. Though, it could
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His Leaving Left — Day 4
An autumn kiss blew disaster. His face and hands bespoke the fall; Notes of mint and loss came after.An autumn kiss blew disaster.His leaving left, undone, faster.Another season came, no call.An autumn
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surrealist surrender — Day 2
a season of gaping wounds cotton on the tongue with closed eyes long winding ripples of regret the soft screams of surrender digging out the soul with bloodied hands an
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two feet — Day 1
two feet carried me further and further awayaway from him, from memories, from myselftwo feet carried me to the banks of the riverriver of tears, rivers of fear, Tennessee