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
I am an impossibly impatient person You know that I am, it’s a failing I promise I can’t stop, I strangled the berries on my father's friend’s blackberry bush and devoured them all, even the weak ones in my youth
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
It is morning and I hear my darling chattering and breathing heavily, I open my tired eyes and see the blanket on the floor.
our friendship during that balmy spring break day is how I knew of my muse And yes, I’ll always, always be your friend, Your best friend, my dear Jane
yellow flowers pepper my eyes, remember all those pieces of my heart I gave to you early on that very sweet spring we began our
all the ways I say you’re not vain And you’re so talented And so beautiful And that I love you and of course I’m a romantic for you too, but a man is so bold to say so—-
sometimes I feel a part of the background Like the way I line up so perfectly Is this rare How I feel? How I can handle beats so perfectly in synch
certainly, not vain Your ember is in all my verse You’re my sweet muse. *** Here And so many others, Moon-Milk-Eyes, you lovely Swamp Thing, you. And Peaches, too.
are we short-sighted in nature or by nature Or by your short-sighted gleaning? You cut me piece by piece You sliced my well-worn mask,
I’ll sing you soft, healing balms, A hot spring break through sickness, Tea with you.
Dearest Vocal, Am I too wacky for you To win this wackadoo? Is my art a bit too fluffy Or weird Or maybe just too far off
and like a buttercup flower, you brought it to my cheeks, it turned rosy It meant that I was “boy crazy” But really I was in love with you,
My brain has been clouded with migraines, barely any rest Trying to get up Trying to open up Trying to be able to read and talk
