Poem: Sixty A Day

Sixty A Day Already so used to the smell of tobacco at six I barely notice it permeate every surface of her house every hair on her head, that always reminded me of Tina Turner. Tap, tap, tap, another butt in the tray, flick, flick, flame, another lit in her …

Guest Poetry From Lady Janey

This week I’m featuring poetry by a fellow blogger Lady Janey. She blogs primarily about customer service but also writes cute poetry. Here are a couple for you to enjoy: Barney- My ‘Blogger-dog’ Barney is a happy soul, A lively friendly dog But whilst all his mates, just want to …

Poem and OctPoWriMo Update

First the poem; Symbiosis I’m pressing forward with questions and hours minutes and answer whatever you have I need and I will push for more. In this I am honest if nothing else. Existence is purposeless if I am to do nothing. At least we are loved by the universe …

OctPoWriMo – Week One Round Up

OctPoWriMo stands for October Poetry Writing Month. The challenge is to write 31 poems in 31 days and is an off-shoot to NaPoWriMo in April created by Morgan Dragonwillow in 2012. I do both challenges most years depending on the circumstances. There are no real rules, just write 31 poems …

Poetry: I Say

I say crying is good for you a release of endorphins your mind and body sorely needs. It’s a lie. Crying hurts, his now more than mine, every tiny tear stings, and my head hurts and hear aches as if I were crying, same as when I am crying. With …

Poem: Discoveries

Discoveries I discover pieces over myself all over the place and time is taken to find all the words to explain it all. Those words are mine however for my understanding. I would be something non-existent if I must. Words are feelings to me but may not be to you …

Poem: Affirmation

I touch smooth skin and soft hair – whatever I can reach – in reassurance of his existence. As if my vision is a lie my other senses in denial. My boy, smiles, and so do I, following the rise and dip of each vertebra holding him together. As he …

Poet Vs Writer

I’ve been watching an argument (debate does not cover it) in a writing facebook group I’m a member of about why poets call themselves writers. At first, I found this really insulting. While I don’t think the original poster meant to insult any poets in the group, he didn’t do …

Poem: Summer Soundtrack

I remember a good summer bright with promise, crushes and sex, my memory nebulous a floating soundtrack to the sun. If only I could remember more. Not every winter was barren, not every summer bright, it’s on the edge of something wonderful an awakening of senses delightful and distressing all …

Poem: Pluck

I haven’t quite decided what they tell me is true pluck away one by one and leave me hanging by my bones my soul scoured clean and raw by every touch. Probably should’ve listened but here I am all the same We are here all the same put off for …