No Assumptions

She can’t decide if it’s he’s pretty or she’s handsome or ze’s gorgeous, the person sitting across from her refuses easy labels and she likes that. PGPs can only be obtained by asking, but this person is with someone and she doesn’t want to be rude. She wants to mention that the person’s skin is…

Love Letter #2

Dear my love, Haven’t you wanted to be with me? I know that I have longed for you and wished you here more times than I can count. This need has become an almost constant hum in the back of my mind. It is something that if I acknowledge or think about too long I…

Last Lines

A poem composed with the last lines of random books from Bluestockings.   Holding still, thinking nothing at all, is my biggest accomplishment Greek myths and quadratic equations will come later Now we will sing   F. Premise awoke one morning from troubled dreams to find that her innocence had gone missing.   Make more…

Playlist 3 – Depressed Prose Poem

Playlist: Depressed Constraint: Rearrange the words to make a prose poem using only two lines at a time. Pretty is Empty of You Angels in angles: there in your sound are vague hands and eyes. Touch of rain meet complicated balance. I’ve the perfect theories, run of what’s out front. You – suffering was right….

MURICA

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Dear Jane, As magical as you make Utah sound, alas I must decline. I need my booze, coffee, and sex shops. Porn and vibrators are also necessary, although Patrick explained to me last night that watching porn online is the easiest way to give people access to your computer. He…

Haiku

I was required to compose a haiku about myself and so, being the overachiever that I am, I wrote 8 of them. Seven are below because I submitted the 8th one for something and I’m not sure if I am allowed/should post that here. Enjoy!   Quick smile, easy laugh Quiet beneath, watchful eyes Open,…

Socks

He has his eyes closed behind his aviators, nodding his head in time to the tinny beat she can just make out. His tan pants are tight and molded to his legs, his ankles crossed and feet tucked under the seat a little. There’s a small, raised white scar on his left thumb. The veins…

Playlist 1 – Angry Poem 1

Playlist: Angry Constraint: Make a poem using the first line of each song from a playlist, then play with the form. No Witty Titles For This Click for poems ↓ Angry 1

Mole

She has a mole just above the right corner over her mouth, not a small one, but a fully raised one. It creates questions like what does she think of this mole? Does she have a lover and if so does this lover sometimes leave off kissing her small, firm mouth to worry at it…

Sparks Wanted

The urge to write has mostly left me due to many personal issues, but this man is something to record even if I feel no real spark. I have been admiring suits and ties lately so the first thing I noticed about him was that I thought the knot on his tie was ridiculous. It…

Baby

Daddy called her stupid, useless, shit-for-brains, hey numbskull, and idiot among other things. Ma called her Tammy, Tammy Lynn, not right now baby, I’m busy, maybe later. Her teachers could never remember her name. Beatrice called her Tammy-Lynn, but that doesn’t fit you, how about Quidnunc, Quid for short. Friend, best friend. Her classmates called…

Between His Legs

He had his legs spread, long fingers wrapped around the lower half of a large coffee cup and all she could think about was getting down on her knees between those legs and those long fingers pushing through her short hair. She imagines one of those fingers pressing inside her or all five of them…