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. [...]

orbital chaos

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 [...]

And We Burn

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

My Blood Ran Red

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 [...]

I Eat My Pi in Theory

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 [...]