Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1297 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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Moon-Milk Eyes redux
the molten ice canyons That sound out like echo-less tides, Swirling and squirming with life unfolding and unfound, In the extinct volcanic dust of red Mars,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
The inner definition of a Jewish man
my son, a mensch, born Carry up endless bags of food You don’t have to ask
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Lovely in lonely, a blue concerto
stifling my music You soaked notes in lonely blue Song replayed, static
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Dearest Jane
Dear Jane, Today is a day of prayer I think, I will pray for you. I will pray for my home and the future of my name, the bloodline that I carry. I will pray for your healing and peace. I will pray for all of us, even the mad raven, to be at peace.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
To my Jane
My dear Jane, Your poor shoulders are so strong and yet I do wish your heavy loads could be unburdened. I know that one day you’ll be able to be carried away and taken care of. I can’t help but say that I wish to be that man for you, deeply. I wish you to find your true flame, even as we hold a cherished string that cannot be broken.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
ghost embrace
lost in familiar Eyes, then, “Can I keep you?” He Ghosts my lips in blue.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
And her lips were the color of roses
I play “guess, touch, think, win,” With you, my love, To keep our days together I want to hold you to my heart I want to keep you safe.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Your lips
Taste your imprint, lips I pretend to know your taste time warp. Stuck in hell.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Tie my tears up in your trauma
you beat my days down, like finest grounded flour Never to make bread.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Bluey
I immersed myself inside a cell of shindigs and bright whimsical color Of something more true than I could ever hope for,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Like a cigarette after intimacy, but we are barely touching. How is this so?
we settled the ground, “The floor will eat us alive” Our kiss, seal up cracks.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Jane
Dear Jane, How is your schooling going? How was your last few weeks, I hope you are doing well, or at least at peace. I miss you so terribly.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets