I had thought that my undertaking of NaPoWriMo would take the shape of micro-poetry this year, but it’s only day two and I’m being proven
Linger here. Breathe that heavy air ripe, humid with rites of spring. Consume this confession, sweet, juice- plump meat, pierce and tear the delicate skin.
In my bed, empty. Full, stained sheets a ghost lingering, a siren calling, just out of sight. In her bed,’ full. Crisp linens, blank canvas,
The following was written for the DVerse Poets writing challenge… image taken by Aisling Weaver Precipitation * Curtain falling endless rain blotting out the world
The following is what emerged when I woke at 5am this morning. My mind wanders when I’ve less than five hours sleep. What I shall
“Don’t let someone eat your heart.” Claudia said. Such a simple sentiment, and yet a lesson most fail to learn until they discover the bite