Published in Scrittura·PinnedQuicksand Burial LandHybrid Prose Poem: Getting Unblocked — Or, Not — Sand clay water logged salt. Sinking waste land under foot. Tactile sensations —within stress — stuck — wooden-brained thinking in stygian granular gunk. Marinating — in feelings — hopelessness, and despair. I lack — I lack — I lack the language. Mental barren land. Feet deep knee-deep waist-deep I sink …Prose Poem2 min read
Published in Scrittura·PinnedWhat Occurs to Words Deferred?A Prose Poem — There were so many words, that it was impossible for them to sit on the tip of her tongue. Had there been less — perhaps — had she been the type to be concise, they probably could've fit —in her mouth — cross-legged and prissy — ready to purposefully launch…Prose Poem3 min read
Published in Scrittura·PinnedInky Raven SkiesTake It From Me — She lay coiled on the floor — wrapped — in a crumpled heap of ruby-red cotton. Beautiful somebody — morphed into tiny twists and knots and pools of sadness. Brittle shadows consumed light, ready to transpose into her next story. She didn’t know how to start healing, so she just…Prose Poem1 min read
Published in Scrittura·PinnedPaper Doll PerfectionProvoking the Theatrical — Perfection toys with me. I'm her paper doll. Her rough grip tenses me — insisting I strive to be immaculate — but I know I’ll be found lacking. My edges are frayed — disintegrating by the day —and — I'm crumbling. As a youth I was pressed — into Perfection’s…Prose3 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·PinnedI am InvisibleI am invisible. Not because I don’t exist. In fact, the pinch test I just performed Is evidence that I am a real woman… Blood, flesh, and bone — People just simply refuse to see me. Sometimes, I can't even see myself. I’ve looked into the mirror and I’ve seen no reflection. No one looks back… I…Move Me Poetry2 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·18 hours agoFleeting Images“Do Not Forget the Things Your Eyes Have Seen or Let Them Fade From Your Heart As Long as You Live.” Deuteronomy 4:9 — I don't remember much about my mother's mother, I can't see her face in my mind anymore. But I’ll never forget the taste of her creamy light-brown coffee rich and sweet, and how it looked in small pale-yellow cups. I remember Paw-Paw, though and those suspenders he always wore that gripped…Poetry2 min read
Published in New Writers Welcome·1 day agoMy Writing DomainThis is my response to New Writers Welcome June Prompt Challenge — Creating creative spaces — or being able to enjoy creating in your creative space, is a challenge when you are married with young children. So, I suppose that is why my favorite time to write is early in the morning while everyone is still asleep or gone, or late at…New Writers Welcome4 min read
Published in Modern Women·2 days agoHindsight is 20/20What Do You Wish You Knew Decades Ago? — For years after leaving my childhood home, I lived in the past. I constantly mulled over things I did and did not do and indulged in historical revisioning. That is an awful place to be — in regret. Ruminating over past mistakes and wasted moments, as if somehow dwelling on…Women3 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·Jun 15The Prodigal GardenerA Poetic Reflection — Move Me Poetry1 min readPhoto by Katie Sharpe on UnsplashThe Prodigal GardenerA Poetic Reflection----5
Published in Move Me Poetry·Jun 13A Broken SpiritDiabetes Takes the Life of Many — Sometimes… — Move Me Poetry1 min readPhoto by Bahram Bayat on UnsplashA Broken SpiritDiabetes Takes the Life of Many — Sometimes…----6
