Bad Poetry: ‘Fear’

“Fear isn’t always from the things lurking beneath or behind us. Unseen atrocities waiting to pounce or abduct, murder or mutilate. Sometimes, it’s all in our head.”

Bad Poetry Saturday: “Rip Van Winkle”

Wake up, Rip Van Winkle I feel like one of those fish  who swim alongside a shark, having a purpose, but never the leader. I feel like a maid left to scrub the floors like Cinderella, dare not to complain or you’ll miss the Ball. I feel so small and insignificant most of the time,Continue reading “Bad Poetry Saturday: “Rip Van Winkle””

Bad Poetry Sunday: “Sons of Carman at Midnight”

Hello my dear poets! Tonight’s installment was written in the wee hours of the morning. I woke up and had a hard time falling back to sleep, so naturally I went to TikTok and scrolled for a while. I ended up down a path of spooky videos that had me on edge and jumpy andContinue reading “Bad Poetry Sunday: “Sons of Carman at Midnight””

Bad Poetry Saturday: “Encounter with an Angel at the End of July”

TRIGGER WARNING RE: Miscarriage, Hospital Trauma Storytelling is important to me. Part of my issue in thinking all of my poetry is “Bad” with a capital B, is that often it doesn’t carry the flow of a story. It’s feelings, flow, rhythm…but not always a cohesive tale. I wanted to try my hand at turningContinue reading “Bad Poetry Saturday: “Encounter with an Angel at the End of July””

Bad Poetry…eh, Thursday?

I know I started this series with an intention of writing a poem each Sunday. Then I gave myself a pass to write a poem one Sunday a month. However, I have been writing a LOT of poetry lately, but the whole “Sunday” concept doesn’t always work for me. So, we will be changing ourContinue reading “Bad Poetry…eh, Thursday?”

Bad poetry Sunday: “Like Pirates”

We shall sail upon the world like pirates taking treasures of  Joy from whichever place we land. Golden sunsets, shimmering waves of love ensconced inside a box for which only we hold the key, given to us with our first breath. So, we breathe. We shall sail upon the world and find ourselves lurking under Continue reading “Bad poetry Sunday: “Like Pirates””

So why can’t I?

If he can walk on water,  why can’t I? Is it because I’m a girl, or because I don’t believe enough? They say it takes faith the size of a mustard seed to move a mountain, then why can’t I? Am I lacking? Doubting like Thomas before he touched the wounds after which he believedContinue reading “So why can’t I?”

Living History: March 28, 2020

I wrote a poem to document the current state. People are mad they are told to stay inside, contrasted with the ones who want everyone banned from leaving their homes. There are several rabbit holes one can go down if you like conspiracy theories. I enjoy reading them, I always have. I don’t believe themContinue reading “Living History: March 28, 2020”