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Dead October

I knew a man called October, his chest displayed in verdigris. 

One Sentence Poem, poet, Poetry, poetry community, writing community

Artists and Symposiums

I have always experienced ageism. I pride myself on my intelligence and knowledge of different subjects, which has been acquired … More

Arts, depression, essay, Failure, Industry, poet, Time, writer, Youth

Dried Kisses

after Frank O’Hara nighttime is not blue it is a black olive with a frosted window a sommelier pours thestars … More

love, poet, poetry community, sadness, tanka, tanka poetry, writing community

Atlas

I roll over in my sleep, witching hour in full bloom. The glow of my dumpling night lightmakes shadows on … More

poet, Poetry, poetry community, writing community

18/12

comparable to the Illiad, your constant affection was the root cause of my destruction and my tormented esteem the female … More

homer, illiad, misery tourism, poet, Poetry, writing community

Diary Entries of a Perturbed Poet

I find it challenging to keep a diary, but I have owned a few. Sometimes, I write things down on … More

death, depression, diary, diary entry, grief, journaling, mental illness, poet

Buy Me A Coffee

There are quite a few of you who follow this blog. I began this particular journey back in June. Now, … More

buy me a coffee, donating, poet, Poetry, writing community

Poems: A Thin Slice of Anxiety

Cody Sexton from A Thin Slice of Anxiety took on some of my poetry. They have officially dropped, and if … More

depressed poet, depression, poet, Poetry, publishing, writing community

squid game // poem

she walks into a Starbucks, and sheorders; a large pumpkin spice latte,five biscuits, two slices of lemonloaf, three mugs, and … More

poet, Poetry, squid game, writing community

his cigar//tanka poem

he bought me those sweetitalian cherries inthe snazzy birdcagewhen he died, all I could tasteis that same peppered cigar

grunge, poet, Poetry, tanka

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