K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Meteor Birthed Barbarian
I write fiction, but I am first and foremost a poet, so this is actually more narrative poetry. However, I hope it will be accepted into the beginning-endings challenge. I am always one to ride the fence when it comes to a prompt, I will admit.
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Fiction
Alphabet Soup
At the intersection of PTSD and ADHD is crawling in my thin unrecognizable skin. Running from pointless unfinished chore to pointless unfinished chore. Filling every waking moment with sedating noise to overwhelm the screaming sound of my overheating brain. Panicked twirling in confusing circles, loading task after task, unable to begin until all have filled in. Tools disappear as I put them to use. Nervously checking windows, doors, and corners even while I'm unaccompanied. It's locking the bathroom and bedroom doors when only my husband is home with me. Feeling a spider descend on the room, while I walk over a piece of trash until it drags me to the floor. Windows all blinded and draped, lamps turned down, barely illuminating my face. With nothing to eat because it has all gone bad. Dishes pile up in the sink, all washed in one day, just to click on rinse and repeat. A clattering clash of magnificent thought, ready to be enacted, but motivation dies the second there's a bump. One fleeting look of disapproval ends in relationship upheaval. Fleeing to the only perceived home base. It seems to be a cyclic race. Starting out with tears of pain, easily racing the ladder to joy again. Don't dare ask me to come down. You know I'll leap, no second look. Delve into a project I have never tried before. Get three-quarters of the way before running out of the steam to go on. Just toss it on the pile, they make great kindling for the fire.
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
