CW: Brain/head injury I need to forgive me for what I forget as my brain has been scrambled 12 too many times. Bruising the several pounds of flacid bacon inside my skull was not my plan but here we are. The electric signals don’t…
Tag: Full Marathon
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…
Poetry Marathon Hour 18:
Did I really just write hour 18 – without typos? Yes, hell yes I did. Clearly, I’m in pretty good shape – which is awesome! I have loud rhythmic jazz blaring into my ears and I think that is partially to thank for the wonderous…
Poetry Marathon Hour 17:
Prompt from BlueJay Prompt Journal: What never mattered, anyway? Prompt 17: Somewhere in northern lousiana but farther south than I’m willing to admit – there’s a house with a dusty rose bar stool that has had four dozen poems written about it and a…
Poetry Marathon Hour 15:
Hour 15 – okay let’s do the things. Let’s keep going I think I’m going to use a prompt from the poet rajah again “wonder where tomorrow is” POEM 15: If things continue to go this way I’ll have no choice but to wonder…
2022 Poem Seven
CW: pregnancy, miscarriage Me Without You Nine years later we joke about how hard it was to pee on that stick. How nervous it all made me as 60 seconds turned into an eternity. A popsicle sized piece of plastic told me our lives…
2022 Poem Six
A list of things that fit on our king sized bed with us on it: Two cats; a dozen sweatshirts; a sense of belonging I have never felt before in my life; one-eighth of our polycule; three stuffies the size of a toddler; getting lost…
2022 Poem Five
CW: Dysphoria Dysphoria is my Neighbor I no longer want to live in this neighborhood. My neighbor posts all day on NextDoor to spread lies about me. She complains about me; What I do, how I look, anything she can find to complain about….
2022 Poem Four
CW: older language/reclaimed slur; religious imagery Untitled “God blessed me by making me transexual for the same reason God made what but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation.” ~ Julian K. Jarboe …
Poetry Marathon Hour 7:
Okay, it only took like forever, but I think I’ve hit my stride! How great is that? Alrighty, so hour 7 “my foolproof recipe for mending a broken heart” From the teal blue Burn after Reading prompt journal. Which is great because I was super…