Ongoing – Day 31

What's the narrative of nerve--- I'd like to think, the plums and oranges of dusk weave a story only receptors inside my teeth may bite down on, inside my cheeks and maintain these hallucinations of vibrancy as I substitute surviving, with prose, and prose with plums and orange of an October sky as my tongue [...]

remains – Day 20

there's an absence of white at the mouth of a storm, and i'm the woman eroded in shades of grey, a makeshift clavicle holding me in place © Grace Black   Welcome to the October Poetry Journey!   Today is Day 20 of #OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word [...]

gone – Day 19

trees and the depletion of green haunt my October veins and my mind screams, rooting around in ochered pain past autumns, past love's lips, past the fragility of time it's all gone, to another yesterday and the corduroy hips of a bowed branch with dappled light, gone to another season of dying and decay, gone to [...]