My 2nd Cleave poem she loves his gruff voice, his calling card that he leaves his hot temper by his shoes neatly by the door, now ajar, open to a world well known to her that could offer support whenever his arm rises up into the air should she need to make his tyranny known… Continue reading Barefoot, or: Naked Truth
A landay Matrimony is not a contract granting limitless access to another's body It is a full time job being honest one moment at a time, remembering to love, to honor, to respect. It is a practice, a discipline, worthy of every moment.-Jasmine Guy (b. 1962)
A 'Magnetic Poem' tanka Wanna try? Click here. why elaborate? frantic whispers screaming stop we like want need our picture of a peachy life as he beats her bloody raw Notes This poem was inspired by The Paltry Sum's blog post: 'Marriage is Murder';For this poem, I decided to make use of the 'Original Set'… Continue reading Frantic whispers screaming stop, or: …
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