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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Faded upside down
is it like hiding behind the scenes to topple over a boat? Is it just underneath the floorboards or is the idea in my old silver lined pocket coat?
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, It’s been nearly a week, I hope you have had a productive and peaceful time. I have sent several poems and letters to you over the last several days, I hope you received them well in a timely fashion. You do not have to respond to all of them, I merely intend to write to you in any case to let you know I will always appreciate your friendship and keep you in my prayers and thoughts.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Undone
Mi amor, I’m amorous in your ethereal aroma floating All my deep carnal desires are dripping in this back massage I am painting into you, emoting
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Fresh life
I re-wrote that boring old birthday song into birthday swag I recorded that egg of tyranny like a piece of art, certainly not a gag
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Empty space
slurred, slurped, so cute your aroma, not wasted Like a bloated blueberry, I feel your pain is artificial and it’s tasted Empty space sloshes around my frozen brain, I am very tired of this feeling
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Sinking Lull
sinking lull, No lullabies No arms to hold me Hundreds of arms outstretched from me I am frowning Drowning No one to hold me
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Swallowed up in golden fevers
swallowed up in shackled folded gold A fool I am to pine for you, Jane Eyre, but I dare say we fit well together, off my tongue it rolled
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Swamp Thing
Shimmering as stardust, painted eggshell white I stand before your re-birth, mortal, contrite Clamshell pearl, I yank and heave as you can subtly through the stubbornly shut shell see
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Miss you
Oh Jane, I miss you A ghost upside down, cries mist Twists my tears, lake haunt
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
A rabbit’s tale . Top Story - March 2023.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Lumberjack spat at the ground, rolling his yellow-gold eyes at the recurring scene.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Moon-Milk Eyes
I am but a lowly sailor, says I, cruelly cursing, cruising around in a messy tide I am as messy as the wolfish sea so I sail with her, not against as I glide
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
How art of my characters can reach out to my audience deeper
It all started with a voice calling out to me, a grieving father’s voice to be exact. He was telling me about his only daughter Barbara. He was telling me about her killer.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Journal