Michele Nampalli

Joined July 2022

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This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.

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Playing For No One
My lips hum a melody played by your French horn warm deep buried underground you insisted a casket sealed in caked clay
By Michele Nampalli4 days ago in Poets
Pale Lemon, Cerulean Blue
In 30 years as the golden sun sets sail on an autumn day we gaze with clear eyes side by side on the lives we’ve built
By Michele Nampalli9 days ago in Poets
Deep Slate Instructional
An ace of spades lies on your desk Pick it up Press it close to your chest Now close your eyes count down from 3
By Michele Nampalli11 days ago in Poets
Eugenia V. Poel hue
Hold hands? Eugenia Red. Hmm… If coral roses bled instead of blooming Isn’t it the same? Yes. Have you heard of V. Poel’s Blue?
By Michele Nampalli15 days ago in Poets
Untitled
Winter Fir ice cream Woolly hands all intertwined Frosty breath huddle
By Michele Nampalli19 days ago in Poets
Luminous Cyan Bower
Tsunami Blue break m e in your sharp curves sink me in blue algae turn fiery wholesome death silent. he flung me o u t
By Michele Nampalli21 days ago in Poets
Perennial Cardinals . Top Story - December 2025.
A giant maple tree magnified morel zoomed out galaxy scheme I brushed my fingers against living bark to stand still as a deer
By Michele Nampalli29 days ago in Poets
35 cents in the 00's
The lot on the other side of town felt like home Basketball player Dribbles flicks his wrist For the Shot
By Michele Nampalliabout a month ago in Poets
The Right Shade
A frenzy to declutter living space bamboo storage in the right shade marked with l e t t e r s on sticky, not double sided
By Michele Nampalliabout a month ago in Poets
Puffy the Stretch Slayer
32 degrees Fahrenheit They walk past in winter coats and puffy gloves, raised eyebrows wiggle In disapproval It’s my backyard.
By Michele Nampalliabout a month ago in Poets
Circle Bound
Personal space 3 feet across, 2 feet in front Draw a circle. Energy transfers careening into my body vomit pulses ingested
By Michele Nampalli2 months ago in Poets
Once
A forest of trees the lumberjack fells one at first shoulder arc heavy swings of beef thwack, thwack thwack, thwack
By Michele Nampalli2 months ago in Poets

Michele Nampalli

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Playing For No One

Pale Lemon, Cerulean Blue

Deep Slate Instructional

Eugenia V. Poel hue

Untitled

Luminous Cyan Bower

Perennial Cardinals . Top Story - December 2025.

35 cents in the 00's

The Right Shade

Puffy the Stretch Slayer

Circle Bound

Once

Achievements (3)