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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Dear Jane
Dear Jane, Has there been any developments in your crafting, I’d very much appreciate the opportunity to witness your art in any new or revisited fashion. I know you had put your otherwise fantastical magnum opus aside to create a new work of art, as I was excited by both of those works, but alas I know that your supposed company doesn’t appreciate or compliment your brilliant mind. That truly angers me, and I am a jealous man—-knowing that the false preacher can have you so near and squander his chances at showing affections toward you.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
High fever pitch
Itching, like clothes that never fit Fainting, spinning like a top Fever dream, I am a mermaid above the water Waterfall, I grasp onto the waves that cannot hit my lungs
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Beauty in flames, Jane Eyre
Dear Jane, Your description of beauty in the pulling and the flames eased my heart as I am happy you are not in pain. That makes beyond happy to know.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, That intense flame center that is burning and is pulling is like a deep rope tied to your own center. I feel that your intense melancholy for this connection is an agony I feel is incredibly painful and I’m truly sorry for this reason, I truly wish this to assuaged and for you to be happy.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Like my children
to envision life In bright color, in my grasp Like my children, art *** Author note: This is the cover art created by my friend Carol Makky, for my novel The Half Paper Moon. Please check out her art! https://carolmakky.weebly.com
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Moon Goddess
Dreams lie in the sewer No, lower than a sewer In the freeze point In a slab of muck and grime They are reconstituted and reformed
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Red Dress
It’s a part of him He glides through like a parasol Caught up in a gust of violent wind, On it’s side, the spokes clattering
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, My daughter Adele’s birthday is coming up and I have been busy with preparations as well as continuing with her education. You have helped me immensely with your skill and expertise on these matters.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Stranded
I see you so excited Your colors look like mine, flipped around and shadowy and perfect, reversed and voluminous and dreamy
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Testing
licorice —properties of black licorice Anise, fennel Tarragon. You. Properties of you— Deep breath down, sweetie pie, creamy-saucy you.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
We rise
My muse cries moon streaks Mourning river split in half We rise, holding you.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, Yesterday, as most days, ever since your absence (which I lay all the fault to my wife), I’ve been working through the mechanisms of a mad mind. I cannot tell you, though you may have some insights, just how utterly exhausting and frustrating it is to have to explain reality when they outright refuse to accept it and the go go against the grain, against the current, and to live in a under water, slow sort of agony. To pretend you aren’t drowning every moment.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets