My work:
Patheos,
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
you: evenings of enveloped highs, A late night catch-up of syrupy laughs that drip into my mouth, so honey-sweet and rich it makes me full, but not too full and I feel so happy, it’s so summer rich hot as you steal away my eyes, I can only stare at
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dearest, My dearest friend Jane, it is of such an unknown descriptive adjective I have not yet read or written down yet to express to you hearing your voice in written form once again—to just begin explaining how happy I am for this moment.
my skin feels twisted You tore me up into your squishy toy You’re squeezing, you’re sweet, squeaky So very Squeamish, You can’t watch a stabbing in a movie,
black hole in my face You filled the space, we are one Words like swords, we’re sick
Pete and Dolly's gave him refuge from pain, (no break) Death came, kitchen cleaned
mom’s jewelry box, safe You love each piece, part of you Can trauma sting gold?
that’s the look, rainstorm Downpour, our hearts torn apart sunrise, brand new us
My dearest friend Jane, It warmed my heart up so toasty and sunny and perfectly crisped like an edge of a sunny side egg—-to see your glowing face in that picture the other day.
In her ear, “she’s mine,” Our sacrament in a cab, Time passes, we fade.
the hidden seam was Ripped out, “Never Cursed”… with love Toxic waste dump love.
this letter is addressed to you. You say you like missionary now. I don’t get it, like you know that’s not what I like. I like down and dirty, on the knees kind of weird stuff like that.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
My true love, Quinn, Yes, Quinn, you are my true love. I can already hear your gorgeous, baby sunshine voice, calling me impetuous, brash, daring, even.
