Denise Davis

Joined June 2022

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A Manhattan-toasted, Kentucky marinated, Southern Californian, this 60+ year old woman has studied writing, taught writing and admired writing. It's time to actually begin writing. We shall see how this goes.

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Hope Shards
There we stood - maybe sat - hurling words back & forth “I said,” “You said,” “I did” “You lie!” All intended pain,
By Denise Davis4 months ago in Poets
The Promise of New Life
The promise of new life is preached. To all darkness, light will come. With every winter, spring follows. I’m not so sure.
By Denise Davisabout a year ago in Poets
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atop my brother’s private bathroom mirror two stickers side by side: a number four to the left, five to the right. my stunned face
By Denise Davisabout a year ago in Poets
Wherever I go you are there....
“So, what have you been doing lately?” She asked - the woman with whom I once taught theology. “Catching Pokémon,” I admitted,
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
Assumed Identity. Top Story - January 2024.
It lay on the hotel bed - a hoodie gifted at Christmas. With one sleeve white, one sleeve black, its brown letters - outlined in orange on the grey front -
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
Why am I not enough...
“Why am I not enough?” I once wondered, as my father demanded another. “Why am I not enough to make you stop drinking?”
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
A Miracle of the Mundane
"Sometimes I am a chosen witness for miracles appearing among mundane." In my cell I sit, a makeshift basement room
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
How to not write a poem
Insist that the prompt is just too easy Not worthy of thought, not worthy of effort. Know that inspiration shall flash.
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
A Simple Gift
Sleek and silky, Rufus awaits Best dog in the world - knowing that, as light turns golden, the moment will come.
By Denise Davis2 years ago in Poets
A Father Dies
His hands squeezed into fists, veins pulsing. He lifted his head, neck straining. “This can’t be!” The nurse exclaimed. “He’s comatose.”
By Denise Davis3 years ago in Poets
I Come from Desire
Desire created me, centuries of desire - desire for love & intimacy, self-worth & power, possession & conquest - I know not what;
By Denise Davis3 years ago in Poets
On the asphalt river
On the asphalt river winding through my city a car sped by, its driver - determined to arrive I do not know where - claimed space for self
By Denise Davis3 years ago in Poets

Denise Davis

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Hope Shards

The Promise of New Life

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Wherever I go you are there....

Assumed Identity. Top Story - January 2024.

Why am I not enough...

A Miracle of the Mundane

How to not write a poem

A Simple Gift

A Father Dies

I Come from Desire

On the asphalt river

Achievements (1)