My work:
Patheos,
The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,
The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books
Silent Bites by Eukalypto
I will claim that my pulling into the mist of your spaceless, mystic earth Is carried by a terrible cry And pulls me, inching toward the moonscape
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
slit my mouth, cauterize closed Death march rests clay soil zephyr, dead plash ***
My dear Jane, I know if your designs of hidden rocks carting off the stolen glands and lesser organs, arteries and tumbling blood vessels of fervent agony, covering your deep heart like a subterfuge,
Jane, I’m in agony To hold you To see you laugh, Even to see you be cross with me, I’d like to see your lines crinkled in sweet annoyance at my silliness, or strange ways of severity
Milk Eyes, gale knocks out my wind, you set my heart aflame, Rose sloshes tarn.
shone like inkling twilight Your large saucer eyes fill my mouth with ladled cream For no one else this poet writes of With galaxy spirals and moonshine silks
remaindered, I am disposed to your control!( into the one way recycling bin,) Trash heaps of my lost treasures My dear old trash diaries inside an old movie reel
lobotomized, highest peak Drowns out cigar store, Dream flame, wind fall sleep
stones fit in candy tin, Smile thin, I fire up your water, Air soup. *** Author note: The Grave of The Fireflies is a film that haunts me. I’m sobbing still reliving it, as though it is apart of me and my memory. Please watch it.
Concrete Jungle, we burst airy tears on the black top, shouting burnt stars
versipellis Moon-Eyes, Mossy rain love, kisses like snow-slip, Wind flames.
I plunge into your scream Like Split Red Sea, temblor, anaerobic fire
