Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1298 stories

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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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Garbage-man
I grew up to be a garbage-man. I don’t love what I do yet I feel like it was my calling. I feel like taking out the trash and cleaning the streets was the reason I was born. My mother Prudence was a stern schoolteacher and taught me how to read and write. She tried to get me to understand mathematics and science and other subjects I just couldn’t quite grasp.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Art
Fried fish tail as a mermaid’s tail
dad always flashed fried the fresh cat-fish tail he caught in the streams And saved it for me I loved it Like a potato chip
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
In a song
i wanted to write you a song But I forgot how to sing When I dream of you All the movements of fresh beats and musical language come alive
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Grasping the light
When I think of all the tears You cried Without being held The fears and pain you felt alone I wish I could’ve grasped the light
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear best friend
Dear best friend, I love your new poetry. Excellent job. You are truly a weaver of luminous art and have a knack for soul searching in your verses.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear best friend
Dear best friend, That sounds like a dream, the dandelions covering you and then that Ruth B. Song… Wow! I feel like it is too many signs to be ignored. And you are not silly for feeling that about your flame. I agree these things can be strangely complicated and hard to see with the naked eye.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear best friend
Dear best friend, I am sure your two girls are in great hands for the church camp. I understand what you mean about missing their presence, and how it's a reminder they'll be off on their own one day. It is a startingly scary thing for me to think of. The world and the people in it are scary and very unpredictable and cruel at times.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear Best Friend
Hey, did you get my last letter? My evenings leave me languished and exhausted, feeling my summer blues worse than my busy days.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Sad poetry
I will tell you a secret no one else knows. Every night, when I fall asleep, I travel to another world. It's the same world where we live in now, but the wind whispers messages instead of ravens and the cool streams are full of magic, glowing and strong.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear best friend
Dear best friend, How is everything going? Are you working on your writing and story for Noah yet? So I am working on my piece for my column job now. It's about the Catholic Imagination and fashion. I am editing on my spare time. I hope you are doing well.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Frustrating fruits
shadows that harden over time A solid note on a old piano pushed harder and more pronounced Longer and slower Deadlier and slower and repeated
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Tony & Maria
We sought help from the Faceless Man. We couldn’t let a rumble destroy us. Maria made me feel like a million springs had blossomed in my soul. I was once a convict with a bad past of my own making. I knew that my heart was good now and ready to create something wonderful with Maria.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction