Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

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My work:

The Job , The Space Between Us , Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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Pigs in Sheep’s clothing: a wolf’s tale. Content Warning.
The restaurant that the two brother pigs started was an instant hit: shawarma with a twist. Meat on a stick. Not my cup of tea.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
Sick
Elisa Lam is the black water vanished behind the rafters Peeking like a laughing ghoul with a lit up elevator No, I am the black water Sick, so utterly sick
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Love poem #000
what they don’t admit is that Most love poems come from being scorned by their supposed love, The one they pour their heart and soul
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Traumatic mutism
Immersing in the deepest chasm between the living and dead, I never knew how close I was struck by how Much you made me feel after I had been gone for so long
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Angry sweet love
there’s a rumbling outside as the space above us hears our disdain, and dusk falls into a gushing of despair against our sordid backs
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Saturn’s hatred for the Birth of Venus
essence of dampening destruction in dewy capsules of space, her veins of gravitons lips bruised as a star starts to break
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
I love you, man
yeah I’m drunk You’re right! I’m Drunk as a skunk. Don’t let it bother you, I tell myself Don’t let his departure start your departure
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Eye of God
Eye of God Captured in a precise Looming beam, haunting my brain In a hazy, deeply fried-dark dream Please don’t forget us sinners
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Behind
This is a companion piece to my poem Crying. About a mother and son, death and grief. This is about a daughter and her deep love for her father.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Sad & Happy Musings, on one sunny side morning
I would start with a busted, busted egg yolk. Creamy, nutty, smooth, silky. The silence of the blistered yellow on top of the smoky white, would be like the most celestial part of heaven in my mouth. Carmelized pork; such as hot butter with the crisp of Canadian bacon. Toasted English muffin. Hot coffee with half and half. Homemade waffles with blackberry jam& butter.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Love poem #001
I want to sink into your raven brown body, I’m wax to your wick I want to light you up all night long and all day I sink into your glory, I sink like a drowning fish in the open air
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Muses
muses are a decision for death A trap that envelops a creature more enormous than a bear Than a mountain being snapped in two by a soft, plaintive river
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets