So I’ve fallen behind with National Poetry Writing Month. The first week went very well, but over the course of the last week, I’ve only written three poems. I’m not overly worried, while the aim is to write thirty poems...
National Poetry Writing Month started in 2003 inspired by NaNoWriMo. I’ve done both, won NaNoWriMo once though I don’t participate much anymore. I do participate in both NaPoWriMo every April and OctPoWriMo (October Poetry Writing Month) every year too. I...
Over I am I am over none of everything I don’t doubt, I want to sing but no notes come out melancholy blues give way to hues on the lowest spectrum we can fathom with the human eye. I am...
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...
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...
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...
A peice of fiction about the women who manned the Anti-Aircraft weapons during WW2. It was late into the night but Gwen was still awake, listening to the thuds of the rain on the tin roof of the dormitory. Staring...
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...
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