ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)

Joined June 2022

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~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER

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Cascades of hours spent with you Golden chantarelles woven through Our cherished, lush, warm days Moss cushioned love in a spiralling haze
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 months ago in Poets
Madness
Without guidance you've silently lit a world beneath, beholden, betrothed Rhiannon, for before us were dens of lions, sparsely clad warriors, demons and deaths, births and poisons yet you promised us to divinity~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 months ago in Poets
Seeking. Top Story - October 2025.
Within the density of feral memories, light seeps through the forest roof Sun piercing through thick, heavy firs, splattering spits of hope
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 months ago in Poets
Mourning Mr. Chavis
Mornin' Mr. Chavis! He always stood there, right there on that corner by the market, always in a dark suit and a well pressed shirt. Remember? He wore a fancy brimmed hat and used a walking cane. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 months ago in Humans
Ku-High
I am a Haiku Honestly, I am not good But I do like leaves
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Poets
Climb On Down. Content Warning.
~ Let's begin the tour from the soft space between our closed eyes, the place one may see colourful spots, auras of timeless reflection, a shade between our restful state and consciousness. Just lie there. Here is where you are truly alone, the emptiness we are left with, a place Freud referred to as our Id. No one truly knows us and our highest self often ignores this quiet spot altogether. Truth is not always pretty and so easy to hide from. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Psyche
Barren
Lost with nature's call Leafless branch bow swept silence Wingless life below
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Poets
Leaf by Leaf
Children sprung kicking Nature's confetti a muse Sneakers lost in piles
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Poets
Autumnal . Runner-Up in Falling Leaves Challenge.
Cinnamon speckled Fallen apples missed the pie Lone deer indulges
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Poets
Dead-End. Top Story - September 2025.
Bay, always in cut off jeans in the unforgiving summer heat lived in the house on the end of our road, the left side. I never knew why he was called Bay, his given name was Lou. He had an older sister, Sherry or Cherie, something like that who always wore this really long face, plain, thin and pale she seemed to strain when she smiled from their doorway. She never came out to play with the rest of us. I don't blame her honestly, we were a very gnarly bunch. Bay also had a little brother, I thought he was quite cute. He also wore cute off jeans.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Fiction
On the Road. Top Story - August 2025.
I am a sieve trying to rinse off all the unwanted, cleanse my mind from those fruitless memories that leave that bitter bite on my withered palette. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)5 months ago in Psyche
Porch Frights. Content Warning.
After eleven Momma has set a new rule, stay on the stoop even if I'm soon seventeen; she's in bed with just the grey light of late night TV floating across her half-open eyes. I promise her to 'keep it down' and kiss her on the top of her head. I get it: lots can happen these days, especially over the course of a night. Think about it. What do we do when we first wake at seven a.m.? Turn on the news or now a days, turn on our phones for the latest headlines. In the course of one night there are people arrested, car accidents, tsunamis, deaths by natural causes and yes, even murders.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)5 months ago in Fiction