Sort of Hurts My name on your knife mouth Sounds strange like loose teeth And coins hitting a wall My skin in your blade nose Reeks of teen spirit yellowed Under chalky white cakes My eyes in your spear hands Will not hold the shape of slashes Gouged into hollow rounds And it sort of [...]

Today’s prompt is to use an epigraph to start the poem. I need help with the title.   Untitled “As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.” –Virginia Woolf That you read my flesh all wrong Does not make me a body of lies You ignore my soft shape [...]

The November PAD Challenge is here! Ahhh, there’s no better motivation than the pressure of a daily deadline. It has been a dry couple of months, but my muse has finally returned. In the words of George Costanza, “I’m back, baby, I’m back!” Today’s prompt is to write a procrastination poem. I really hate explaining my [...]