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 [...]

So… it’s been a while. Almost two months. Two months of busy-life-induced writer’s block. It was a struggle to pick up the pen, which may explain why this offering turned out so abstract. The lack of punctuation probably didn’t help, but that was intentional. I began with a prompt at Poetic Bloomings to write about [...]

Mason Jars Wide-mouthed mason jars are perfect For drinking lemonade at night, Dressed up with lemon slices Like your mother always did. You too a long drink Before each open-eyed kiss, Your mouth placed on thickest threads, Addicted to the feel of residual sour. You hated those jars for reminding you Of our pretend house [...]

Dr. Sibley says that it’s important to learn poetic forms, because you need to know the rules before you break them. I guess I’m just a rule breaker at heart. I appreciate the beauty of form poems, but the process of writing them tends to rub me the wrong way, like an itchy wool sweater [...]

This photo by Deanna Marie Metts is the prompt offered today at Poetic Bloomings. It provided the inspiration for the following poems.   Memorial Day You came home from war Like a thief in the night, Stealing time and hope. I dreamed of beautiful Falling, a wailing nest In the cleft of a mountain. Your name was etched in [...]

I’d rather play normal Than admit my preference For distraction over Productivity, efficiency, And other trumped up words That taste sour on my tongue. It takes so much effort to care, So I laugh louder than necessary And drink too much coffee, Wondering why the lipstick stains, Garish against the white rim, Match crackle for [...]

         In the passage of time, In the dripping of minutes and days, Life is poured out Into the desert places Of waiting rooms, Holding patterns, And last shreds of hope, A hospital of broken things Pushed out of the nest That did not fly.