ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)

Joined June 2022

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~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER

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Within Basil's Cellar
"There was only one rule: don't open the door!" Thea laughed at the memory of her room-mates seriousness when she spoke of the cellar door outside Professor Basil's home. Alit with soft, golden candles, his home was inviting, even romantic, not at all something to fear.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Horror
Old Enough
Pearl swung around the second my feet touched the kitchen tile and began the introductions to our new somebody hired for help. - "Well 'morning sleepy head, I got someone who wants to meet you!"- Yeah right, she's dying to meet me, the one who will give her some quick news, I am in need of no mindin' and I don't plan on listening to a dang word you say!-
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Chapters
Moon Delight
Captured eyes fall up To mesmerized skies afloat Engorged October
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Larry, C'mon!
I know you think I'm on repeat, but c'mon! You know I meant well! This whole mess is not my fault! I didn't go to one rally, listen to any speeches, or watch the conventions! I don't even follow the headlines! Heck, I don't even have a duck-darn television. - How can I be responsible for Geese Without Borders? We immigrate every year! I had nothing to do with any of it- you know me, Larry! -
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Amidst
Cool breath before me Sprays light on misty bows green Enchanted larks sing
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Lullaby
On our last night I sat with you in an old rocker somewhere new, You told me I was all you had, how much I meant, you were sad.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Risen
Mourning hues befell Dropped roses one last sunrise Birds flew on angels
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Resonate; a Poem for Us
Upon our island smiles fade as salty splashes wash away hope, rising us to harboured truths Wading within gritty futures, always believing sunsets bring sunrise in roses
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
TaWanda's Womb
The pipe was passed, what did I have to lose after social services took my babies, twice? He was a good man, got in with the wrong crowd, hear?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Katherine's Womb
She. She would be. She would be her third. She would slide into this world, warm, wet, screaming. Oh Katherine. You never knew the cosy, pink pallets, the roses, your dreams. Or did you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Old Enough
As soon as Pearl's taxi pulled up and her sensible black shoes touched the sidewalk I was ready to head out the back door to meet my best friend Clara, that is until I hear an unfamiliar voice in the front hallway. Curiosity is my worst enemy and by now I should have learned something, but as Clara says, "UH-Parent-LEE not". I peek around the doorway and see Pearl has another woman with her: Is this the mean lady who takes kids from unfit homes? It's gotta be. The word is on the street for sure by now that we are mixing with coloured's, are heathens and I have no rightful Momma. Then my mind jumps into action. Paw-Paw! I best wake him as he is likely to be snoring away in his boxers or worse, naked!
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Chapters
Mind Full Meanderings in Epiphany Minor; Unresolved Arrangement
Inching up, unravelling slowly, assessing, processing, bruises unseen Inner bells toll, loud as empty hallways, the echoes of hush
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets