she had accumulated a certain amount of “baggage” she was forced to take with her where ever she went it would be rude thoughtless to
Color You Mine
unwrapping you thrill of opening new box of crayons curated my favorite colors you taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam your vibrancy
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Something Wicked in the Clouds- Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless & Stephen Fuller/Fullbeard Lit
Originally published on Sudden Denouement Ever been cloudbusting? We lay on our backs in damp fragrant grass Look up at the sky to trace a dream
Quick Fire Creativity Prompt Challenge: ‘It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)’
The song that has been playing in my head since shit got real with the Corona Virus is REM’s It’s The End Of The World
Poet’s Love Song
I see you yes, you poet you who lives behind the misty veil dwelling in the border between this world and a hundred other shadow
This Bridge Called My Back – Christine E. Ray
Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
young ones you glance in my direction but you do not see your eyes slide off me as if…
Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Moon Marked Me – Rachael Z. Ikins
Moon swelled pink, a lady slipper orchid, heat. When Her face cleared leaves’ lace, katydid cackling raveled through grass carpet. I lay in bed, feet
Rebirth of nothing
Originally posted on HJD writes:
two lovers heavy with tragedies walk a bone ridden desert which one starves first? I kiss your neck. the cold…
