D is for… (ABC Weds)
Not for the faint of heart. ABC Wednesday is a new prompt for me; I found it via a fellow poet, Nanka. Click on her link and bask in the glow! Peace, Amy D is For… D is for Daddy, whose Damnable acts...
View ArticlePerfectly Ordered (3WW)
Take a trip to Three Word Wednesday, where this week’s challenge was to create a poem using the words Dare, Practical, and Essence. Click on the links of other poets and see the variety that emerges!...
View ArticleParade of Smiles (Big Tent Poetry)
Ah, the beloved Wordle landed once again at Big Tent Poetry. Like a Rubik’s cube of words, except there is no right or wrong way to assemble it. Check out Big Tent to see others’ work. Peace, Amy...
View ArticleMore Than This
Simply a meditation on power and overcoming its shackles. Amy More Than This She burned with the anger of the powerless. That incendiary pissed-off-edness: Light the fuse, fueled by years wriggling...
View ArticleWilling to Eat Worms (Day 18)
Answered the call at We Write Poems (although we won’t post there until Wednesday) to write a poem that begins, “I’m willing to eat ____.” Tried to avoid the most obvious noun (ha ha), because,...
View ArticleOur First Actual Date (3WW)
Our First Actual Date I fumble pouring beer from the pitcher We banter: Work, our daily bread, church His gentle way assures me that he doesn’t expect this date to end up in bed We’re long-time...
View ArticleXXOO? (ABC Wednesday)
XXOO? A girl’s first kiss should be like baby’s breath, not taken in the dead of night by theft. Her youth was stolen by an old man’s greed. She grew up certain that to live is to bleed. An angry woman...
View ArticleSnapshots of Then (dverse), I’m Back!!
Five BSODs (Blue Screens of Death, so, grammatically speaking, perhaps it’s BSsOD) in two days, and my computer was out for the weekend… and then some. So glad to be back. About comments… I am...
View ArticleGlued to Sis’ Transistor Radio
Image: From Amy’s personal collection, not to be copied without permission. Amy next to the family stereo, circa 1965 (she’s workin’ that leopard print!) Glued to Sis’ Transistor Radio We had a stereo...
View ArticlePrelude to a Nightmare
Prelude to a Nightmare (a nocturne) I remember bedtime prayers to Him Resting in peace until lifted on devil’s wings by another Him and hidden No cry in darkness, only strangled fear stifled invasion...
View ArticleOne Last Good Day (for Mama)
One Last Good Day (for Mama) One last good day (seems like yesterday) we sat in her hospital room drinking coffee and shooting the shit about the old days and Blanche and all that was impossible to...
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