22~10

Brave Mouse Traipsing across My floor…   Skippity doo~dah Now you are No more…   Didn’t you see My kittens three?   Einstein in his 80s You shall not be…

2022 Poem Eight

CW: Illusions/references to domestic violence Reflections on One More Theory on Pandemic Polyamory   I’m sorry I did that. Nothing I write could change anything I said or did. Or, more accurately, didn’t do. How could I have chosen to believe her? Over you? I…

Hour 18

The first time I said yes to go to a club I regretted my answer immediately afterwards. I did not like the beats, the closeness of the people. I did not like the expectations, the dancing to feel noticed. I wanted anything but to be…

My Precious Ones!

Days and days of joy to kiss my baby boy and watch him grow. My precious baby girl the same, with eyes that light my heart. Oh, babes! Each moment with you was a gift of happiness. To hear your voice To see your sweet…

Hour Eighteen – JOY

Prompt Eighteen – Write a poem about a moment of joy.   JOY We had waited for this call for seven long years. ‘Hello,’ I answer, quivering with my fears. ‘We’ve found the perfect match,’ she said. ‘All sweet and pink, with a roundy round…

22~9

he took it with him   the smell of fresh blackberries   churned into cold cream   surrounded by salt and ice smiles and laughter   an old wooden bucket of ice cream by the lake   cousins swimming amongst creepy fish leaping from the…

Hour Eighteen – Fragments

Fragments A window shatters Tiny squares of glass cascade down Mixing with the gravel in my driveway Bright and unnatural as diamonds For days I sift through the gravel My gloved hand picking out cuboids And prisms and oblongs and shards Separating shiny window glass…

Flowers vol. 2

Can’t you feel the magic? The air is alive. Your hand is in mine, feel the electricity rise. I’ve spent the last year tightrope walking for you in my dreams. I’ve been talking to the flowers again. (You know how I do that.) They whisper…

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dopamine fuck fear and food everything is drugs suckle oxytocin for the serotonin gut skin prickles deaf and dumb expand and contract uptake and release adrenaline, pain, and longing likes, replies, emoji. everything is drugs.

Prompt hour # 18

Text Prompt Write a poem about a moment of joy. Joyful Today I choose to be joyful. Revel in the little things. Bask in the sunshine of my everlasting glow. My skin warms up. My nerves lost control. Recall my purpose- I am. Forget all…