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 Monday: Oldie, but a goodie.

I wrote this poem in 2013. I stumbled upon it today, and thought I would share it on the blog. Share an old poem you have written with me in the comments, or link me to your writing so I can check it out. Weep not for this willow for her limbs, they will notContinue reading “Bad Poetry Monday: Oldie, but a goodie.”

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?”

On Wearing Masks

I won’t do it,It’s not fair,You can’t make me,You see.I have freedom, I have liberty,I am the American Dream.I’m a hard worker, I’m a Christian,I have inalienable rights. If you challenge me,Or force me, You can be sureI’ll put up a fight.I’m unwilling, I won’t listen, You can’t steer me With fake news.It’s a conspiracy,It’s a hoax, It’s not real,I have a rightContinue reading “On Wearing Masks”

Bad Poetry Sunday: To do with Haiku

“I propose that the ‘Western Haiku’ simply say a lot in three short lines in any Western language. Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella.” – Jack Kerouac I wanted to tryContinue reading “Bad Poetry Sunday: To do with Haiku”

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”