fossil

I have blind bones and a calcified loneliness words crumble in my mouth   © Grace Black National Poetry Month: Day 21   a haiku type of day   30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let's create 30 in 30. Love and Ink, Grace

An August Without Stars

Understand, I’ll slip Till my thighs are steeped in A single thought For the lonesome May I write words more naked than flesh Between those black lines of print Between Solstice and Equinox, And now I live in a gallery of seduction I am beating all my wings To put off the well of darkness [...]

adieu

a strained strand of mutiny and the longing to flee and the silence of honeysuckles in bloom like the empty humanness; existence in a room this is the sound of my memory of home... © Grace Black National Poetry Month: Day 18   Prompt: The sound of home.   30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in [...]

Alexithymia

sillage of skin in this kaleidoscopic kalopsia my lips barely met his © Grace Black National Poetry Month: Day 17   Prompt: Specialized dictionary: alexithyma, sillage, kalopsia   30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let's create 30 in 30. Love and Ink, Grace