Gwendolyn as Lover – by CM Burroughs

We fix you maternally in the mind, orient you in a case of “tut-tut,” “there there,” and “you’re young yet,” but how many times did you posture yourself for the broad body of him or him and open like home — his hands in your hair, your nerves rising kinetically to the cupola of his palms? Lovers’... Continue Reading →


did I wake up beneath toasted cotton clouds or smeared tears against the murky eye, haven't the birds alerted of my arrival for one more day or did they jerk me from my empty slumber as tiny wells as thunder hasn't the morning dew grounded me briskly shocking my re-existence or did it soak through... Continue Reading →

Play Along

if they're just a snippet of the show, and there's still more to go just getcha time and money's worth, you may need to learn more than you know - B. Brown ( via dailyprompt: Snippet ) (image: Rodinia in Black by Sofia Bonati)

Woman of Her Word

when my pages are left in the wind to fend for themselves, after my cursor has winked itself into limbo, during a brawl of thoughts, fighting for forefront before my heart would utter, stutter a line and my eyes ache to cry, I deny it's hard again to imagine, see why I try   then,... Continue Reading →

Foreign Courtship

caught wind of my culture it's nurtured passions outgrowing their vase growing for a natural cause and after many springs and falls, here you are, applauding it's gall, a weary traveler from the north with skins of fur that adorn your fervor with gifts of comfort and shelter and confers, I could refer to you...... Continue Reading →

You Are Not Alone…

  there are things I wish I would've done and things I once wished I could change. I made some mistakes along the pubilshing process that almost made me faint   however   one day, I will be able to look back on this and smile, not cringe because I plunged into that icy surface... Continue Reading →

A Poe Poem: Alone

Alone From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I... Continue Reading →

Respects Unpaid

Respects Unpaid I can't recall this woman who's voice you need to hear and the woman in your photo, she disappeared months ago if I remember correctly, no, I know you wouldn't show unless to know she was subsiding by the leagues that woman who's life you put on hold, I haven't seen her, since... Continue Reading →

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