Jimmy and Jeb lived in a loft Jimmy never paid attention to what things cost Poor Jeb paid it all Until he took a fall and Jimmy’s saprophytic existence was lost

Stone pelts,gun shots,killings, eyes of lost childhood,still, questioning you and me. the world awakes,depressed. The serene mother, looks bleak,with acid and alkali flowing over all her veins and arteries, drying her up. Life or death,people stood, confused. But let’s be hopeful, once again, there will…

She breaks like a wave A spray of sea salt Shattering against a civil rebellion Fragments illuminated Casting fractal rainbows Lighting scattered shadows Satisfaction and regret Unfurling This sea rises Manifesting This storm roils Corporeal This girl exists And This war rages

Image courtesy of GraphicMama-team at Pixabay   She lingres between two shelves And watches the library staff carefully She hides behind a book And quickly dodges out of sight She sits at a table, pretending to study She patiently waits for just the right moment,…

Poem 10 Self Love By: Ashley L Powers I’m proud of who I am The woman before you has been through many trials Had to fall on my face numerous times But each time taught me a lesson Not ashamed of my failures Each time…

I can’t drown out that rhythm of venom, that cadence of wrath, and the accretion of thriving muck at the bottom hungers, always. A long breath hisses inward between teeth clenched without volition: All life is sacred, and none is more sacred than our own,…

Embody Welcome to these bones The frame of your home Notice the curve of the walls The cathedral of your chest The acoustics a perfect match To your heart beat HEAR your lungs Ceaselessly stoking The kilns of your cells FEEL  your softness Secure and…

Dear Freckle Face (A Letter to My Former Selves)   To the six-month-old hardhead who felt the need to prove your independence by crawling off Grandma Peggy’s mattress and connecting with the hardwood headfirst….. being first at everything isn’t always a good thing.   To…

Every now and then, I feel a little tension, a little  longing for excitement, for poison to just run through my usual healthy body.   Every now and then, I want something different, something uncertain, something wrong that gives no nutrition, so I take a…

Black Knight orbits my heart. My breath quickens with tidal acceleration. Momentum builds, but only briefly. My heart beats in perfect counterpoint to his silence, but he remains distant unwilling to hear me through the static of nothing.