Constellations

Lights turn off Lights remain Twinkling red Blue Green Eyes ricochet Across the space From light to light Trying to draw constellations In the dark Maybe this will guide us home

Hour 23: Misfortune Strikes

A wasp bit me today And it hurt like hell Don’t count your chicken before they hatch Things might not go as well   And so here I am With swollen finger struggling to write But won’t fret, won’t give up Reach for the finish…

I Want to Go Home

A home of my own. It’s time for me to finally settle down. A house, a kitchen… is that too much to ask? A place that’s mine that no one else has. Can it ever exist? Can it ever be so? A home that I…

Poem 23 | {The Fool }

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 9 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 23; Hour 23: Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the…

Wet (Prompt 15)

Bronzed goddess savior with a septum ring and easy smile Island girl comes to the rescue I just met you but it doesn’t matter My soul already knows my soul knows that it knows yours Paddle boarding take me to your favorite beach kiss me…

Conjuring Love’s Misfortune

The conjurer of your misfortunes. Babe, I’m sorry For treating your house like a tennis ball, Using my sides as rackets, I’m sorry for the spillage, I should have treated your heart for what it was An egg, I know words can’t express At this…

Nothing but Sleep

The nothingness took over my consciousness. I was not standing. Haze overtook my eyes so I could not see. I could only see blurs. Thoughts ran through my mind. I might be alseep.  

And Yet the Cage Remains

The walls and the sickness and the deathless persistence of disability and the screens and the porn and the life struck by terror as it searches in all directions unable to find the sea.

Our Quarantined 2020

We laugh around the fire as its light flickers on all our lit faces. Beer, wine, vodka, peach whiskey, Sweet spiked, or bitter, Whatever the taste, it’s a lit crowd of raucous friends. He tells the same stories again and again – about the island…

Poem 23

They Put The Body In The Ground They Covered The Body And All Went To Silence