How could I leave her there I saw the bruises on her neck and the underside of her chin As soon as I landed & when I… Read more “The Separation”
Author: Private Bad Thoughts
Georgia Park is a poet and she loves you very, very, very much.
The View From Her Chair
I offer to switch seats With the former mental inpatient Friend of mine, recently released When she divulges that the color of my couch is distracting because… Read more “The View From Her Chair”
When you are a woman in the country by Melita White
When you are a woman in the country You should be careful to not look like a woman You should not wear pink That colour of women… Read more “When you are a woman in the country by Melita White”
tiny touch. Introducing Anthony Gorman
brushed shy finger with hers lightly, slightly- tiny, wee touch, testing timid limits- trust, just enough. © Anthony Gorman 2018 Anthony Gorman is a writer, visual artist,… Read more “tiny touch. Introducing Anthony Gorman”
A Call for Survivors
Originally posted on Whisper and the Roar:
Blood into Ink and Whisper and the Roar are looking for survivors to share their stories, hope and light in…
Impotence
I used to think sex was about what they wanted because that’s what my ex boyfriend and howard stern said and sometimes, on the weekend, they paid… Read more “Impotence”
Pobre Diabla-david rosado
Miss hidden agenda Compulsive selfishness The way you fake the talk Fell for the illusion of love again The shades of blue I’ve never seen Won’t step… Read more “Pobre Diabla-david rosado”
I Die in the Water – Jasper Kerkau
Originally posted on The Writings of Jasper Kerkau:
I died again. In the waters as usual. It is always the water. Somehow it all makes sense. It…
Revolution-Introducing Kristen Wood
[Poem and picture by Kristen Wood] You say you want a revolution. Resolution. Change the world, but look good doing it. Nobody likes an ugly rebel. Protest,… Read more “Revolution-Introducing Kristen Wood”
Exposed!
Originally posted on Smell The Coffee:
?Grabbing a shovel Digging for the truth The lie lay hidden Not daring to move Sensing great danger The lie called…
Whisper and the Roar 