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 reached for your chains Tired pressure on my mouth I’m to blame, spill ink
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
colored days Rainbow haze, Where can I find you between the two criss-crossed mountains The rumbling, violent stream below,
fly fly, Cute wings, Flutter, flute voice, Harp singing, I’m a short guy, love me
yeah, you’re a smart mouth, aren’t you, You can’t even make a proper breakfast, I understand you have migraines and headaches but that’s on you to fix it
Yes, I see that I am Melissa, me, Melissa Renee Ingoldsby, Born December 9th, 1990. Melissa, to my mom, is a store called HoneyBees, where she found a purse with my name on it
I can do many things, And never make a sound. I can throw hundreds of pounds on my back And pretend that I am not feeling my bones crunch, and muscles sprain under such pressure,
you are not up to my standards Says big white cat, Shaking off the dust in your eyes, And you keep it in your mouth So you don’t argue, a good mouse
The little poetess Jane Conjured up a masterful piece, Of flightless birds, as herself As others can mirror in the very black & white font,
Oh Jane, my dear friend How much longer can one man stand To be apart from thee? We must read from Poe, from Descartes, from the tombs of despair
hope is Webbed in time Each occasion a spinneret Churns out The moon silk to earth’s womb, A vibration is sent out to
Dear Jane, An hour earlier, I wrote you a note in my head, Jane, Jane, Jane, All of you, you consume my waking heart, Working and breathing, sleeping and resting,
When we have last parted, my dear Jane, Through the torn silver light, I swore this as deeply sewn as my father’s name I, Edward, do not go without a fight
