Nica Breeze

Joined November 2020

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I started writing fairy-tales before I could spell the letters right, at age 6. My fiction and poetry are about one’s private world and love-hate relationship with reality.

I emigrated to America from Eastern Europe, found home in Montana.

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What it’s like to win
I feel high fever, Alive and naked in the limelight. Shamed by the ancestral ghosts Of those who died starving For the fraction of good stuff
By Nica Breeze 7 months ago in Art
Do not read this
What kind of dirty socks do you have — Those carefully picked up or left everywhere? If there are too many, do you care?
By Nica Breeze 3 years ago in Poets
Sea of honey
That wave is oh so slow to rise — Indignant sweetness in disguise, Contaminated by the crud Which almost turned it into mud.
By Nica Breeze 3 years ago in Poets
Food kink
Foxy craves the real taste Of her imaginary love. I’m wondering what kind of treat He might be? An ice-cream cone of course
By Nica Breeze 3 years ago in Poets
Daat
The invisible Sephira, Which unites all the rest; The hollow inside the Tree of Life — A singing Owl’s nest. Infusing the words with moonlight,
By Nica Breeze 3 years ago in Poets
Kiss ass or die
I saw her bragging about her Dream Home, Which I never had. It was cleverly disguised as a complaint On the social media.
By Nica Breeze 3 years ago in Poets
Serenity, found
The invitation you’re afraid to accept Could be the one to life itself. Right now and here, not elsewhere or later, Unprepared, untrained,
By Nica Breeze 3 years ago in Poets
The journey of despair, the will to live.
I have come to the point When people shoot and hang themselves As they see their dreams die, Like Van Gogh did. I grabbed a special dark beer bottle,
By Nica Breeze 4 years ago in Poets
Glamsday scenario
No I can’t make this resolution. I have to fight for my life. Rest would be the last thing on my list. I’m sitting in the dark room by candlelight; the solar power is scarce and I only turn on the Halloween garland for a few minutes, to shoo the depression away. I can’t sleep, worried sick about the future — and we’re running out of tea lights.
By Nica Breeze 4 years ago in Lifehack
When pigs fly
“Who do you think you are?” That was the question other pigs would ask Peggy. They did not approve of her slacking to fulfill normal pig duties. She kept thinking about something far out there, and they did not like it.
By Nica Breeze 4 years ago in Fiction
Compassionate self-talk
Tell me of your existential loneliness, Of the fear of death And feeling of despair, When the night descends Upon unfinished projects
By Nica Breeze 4 years ago in Poets
A Kelpie ride
Inside of me I have Platonic solids — The only ones to lean on When everything is fluid On the outside, Including my tears.
By Nica Breeze 4 years ago in Poets

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What it’s like to win

Do not read this

Sea of honey

Food kink

Daat

Kiss ass or die

Serenity, found

The journey of despair, the will to live.

Glamsday scenario

When pigs fly

Compassionate self-talk

A Kelpie ride

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