poetry Poetic Scavenger Hunt 15 Apr 2021 I rediscovered this from a poetry class I had in college. Remember, these are only possible poetry prompts, so if you partake, stay safe, and pay attention to your surroundings. I tried…
poetry Possible Poetry Prompts 19 Nov 2020 I rediscovered this from a poetry class I had in college. Remember, these are only possible poetry prompts, if you actually do many of these things you might make some…
poetry We’ve made such a mess of this hotel bed, but who needs the vanity of sleep when 9 Aug 2020August 9, 2020 Fairy tales never go out of style.Dreams andlegends and tales,Theyhave been faithfully preserved to interesthumansabout commoners and kingsand the illimitable realms of the imagination:the favoritesand the lesser-known ones.Thisis"The Story of the…
poetry… Our Woman 16 Apr 2019August 7, 2020 She was there when French took the Bastille.She survived wars and revolutions,saw both France’s imprisonment and liberation in June 1940 and August 1944.And here I am watching my history burn…
poetry Happy World Rat Day! 4 Apr 2019August 6, 2020 For the next 24 hours,I will be huddled in the New York City subway system,down in the rails with the refuse and grime and darkness that happen at all hours.…
poetry A. Williams 3 Apr 2019August 7, 2020 Portland squire.Never on his phone, never texts back.Probably knows what it feels like to have your ass eaten by god.Knows the nuances between a sunset and rose-colored glasses,since he's tasted…
poetry Worst Case 2 Apr 2019August 7, 2020 Who the hell is god, and why aren't they hitting me back?You disappeared during the blackout of 2017, and I haven't been able to find you since.Not that I need…
poetry The Morning After Songfest 1 Apr 2019August 7, 2020 I slept curled at the foot of my own bed where two hours earlieryou drunkenly confessed your love to me, recited poetry,and drunkenly confessed your love to me again.You hollered…
poetry 🚬 / February 5, 2019 5 Feb 2019August 6, 2020 Everything I own eventually turns out smelling like cigarettes,and I don't even smoke. Twain said easy to quit since he had done it hundreds of times,but the Greeks called it akrasia, or weakness…
poetry Why can’t you see me? 24 Jan 2019August 6, 2020 Why can't you see me?You came in, unannounced and unaware.like a child running with scissors,like a blackout,like a bullet. You made me worry for you, you made me care. And…
To & From the Void 