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
suspect, Pain, it’s painted on my shoulder there’s a chip on your shoulder, mate Isn’t there? Yes, I can’t see it, but it’s there,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
spill into me, peak I’ll be your man, don’t peek I’m taller in bed
bleeding mountain, me Creeping pain in our embrace I crumble with you
fever, lost in steam Tall like peak, I dream with you Unplugged, no more bluff ***
ghostly, I am torn Dust is mountain, our dream pain I love you, blooms died
Red, lemon peel burn I reached too high, my love fell Cruelly high, mountain
I once heard Regina Spektor say, she was “Aching to pupate,” But here I am starving to Be ripped apart Evidently evicted from the flesh house that apparently makes up me,
I’m creaming the butter (Where are you, are you missing me too, I miss you) I’m putting in a pinch of salt (My tears are inside the batter, where are you)
It was always a huge blast of wind swept, tornadic weather that kept the two thunderous figures seemingly together and also, apart. The large beast seemed to thrive in intense heat or cold, especially high winds and large waves of sea air.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Swift like a pounding sea, Oh I’m swimming inside you, And it’s a dream Like a weighted blanket What can that dream tell us
oh gosh You cut off all my hair(I did it, didn’t it? You were there to smooth it clear) It’s fine, it was all knotted anyway
I’m not crying (No I’m not feeling sad at all) I’m a fucking man, okay? Okay, I’m sure you’re sad, come here, But I’m not sad
