feminist poetry (Remove filter)
Cinquain #1 (Stretch marks)
Stretch marks.
Silver ripples
on a pearl pond, he says.
I don't need him to love them, but
it helps.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:11 am
Kemah Bob
Kemah Bob
The chime-chirp glint in your talk
pep-drawling, through my grit-clogged Samsung speaker
like a wise blue hedgehog with salacious
pips and chings of playground secrets
makes my covid swab a shade less eye-popping.
My cobbled, shapeless day seem masterful.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:07 am
Recent Comments
Red Brick Keshner on upon a shot that lit the roof alight; June 29, 1613
30 minutes ago
Robert Mann on November Heart (Updated)
2 hours ago
Rolph David on Máxima's Royal Mock
9 hours ago
Telboy on Dog Walkers
10 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on rusted edges, burning gears
14 hours ago
Ray Miller on rusted edges, burning gears
15 hours ago
Ray Miller on To Thine Own Flame
15 hours ago
Ray Miller on America
15 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on I Learn And Study English
16 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Another Word
16 hours ago