Veins remain and I'm discarded grains awash- Impressionism- I breathe the moonlight & I’ve abandoned want—strains of the diseased heart’s plea now taste dirty © Grace Black Poetry Month ends today, and since all things in life are cyclical, I’ve decided to end at the beginning in keeping with NaPoWriMo prompt for the 30th day. [...]
syzygy an alignment of we only we were not we were ephemera of liquid poetry pooled in thimbles too small to grieve we were phosphenes and other pressure forced things a blink of an eye syzygy ill aligned were we © Grace Black Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 29 of NaPoWriMo for me. 30 poems in [...]
my feet are bare, and I walk the planks, the worn grooves of us touching sole to soul and spanning our arc of want to need, but never quenching. a redirect above, across, and beyond the free flow of sea just beneath and underfoot. I could live in salt, pack my wounds with the sting. my [...]
one last hope pyre to ash © Grace Black Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 27 of NaPoWriMo for me. Today's prompt was to write a hay(na)ku. 30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let's create 30 in 30. Love and Ink, Grace
I was unafraid for the first time, and for the first time I should've turned and white-knuckle ran. The excruciating torque of exile is my reward for the red-flag rose I opted to disregard in the daisies. It pierced my flesh, regardless, and I bled-- © Grace Black Poetry Month continues, and this is Day [...]
Travel the circumference of ache— I say circumference because it is a womb filled loss, a noun with a radius of pain. Crawl inward, closest to the center, the blue flame of whipping heat. It burns hottest at that point engulfing tear-sucked dreams. And the diameter distinguishes nothing, a long line of division. But you [...]
