a poetic journal.
Oh my god she gasped silently. What did he do, now? She shrunk back into her shell and turned away. If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge his actions with a reaction… did it happen? Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, far from it, but she giggled as if... Continue Reading →
I tried my best to put on a congenial facade, but the patron’s persistance that we had matcha was wearing me down. How many times could I repeat ‘No, we don’t.’How many times could I list the teas we had in stock. I reminded her again that we weren’t a Starbucks or a cozy corner... Continue Reading →
A noise behind the closed door startled his senses, with a jolt he shot up like a bolt. It was a crash bang clang, a signal that a new disturbance had entered the atmosphere He was tempted to call out "Hello, who's there?" but then he had a flashback to the last time he asked... Continue Reading →
I re-read my words and try to remember the time but ultimately I remember the mood that goes with every rhyme. In some I smile and bask in the joy that comes from when the writing is done. In others I relive the darkness that had enveloped me as it encroached on my soul but... Continue Reading →
My words can be obtuse, I felt I need to explain myself further and ended up repeating and repeating all the time. came across like a bully because of misunderstanding. I never meant to hector, didn't mean to lecture. I was passing on some information, a codicil, if you will, something like that. Wod 9/25
"C'était très facile. no trouble at all" she said as she shrugged her shoulders pushing my concerns aside. I was horrified by what she'd done. How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at the table was a revenant of her late husband, my father, dressed in his best golfer's garb. His appetite was ravenous.the kitchen was... Continue Reading →
That cackle sent a chill down my spine. How could the others stand it. Every time he laughed I shuddered as if fingers had just run down a chalkboard. He was so mundane and had a most inane obsession with my personal life, with everyone's. Gossip girl as a nickname did not do justice. He... Continue Reading →
confused by the term, she thought hard, you could see it reflected in her expression, the furrowed brow and pursed lips in deep contemplation‘2 versts and you'll be there.’ Where? What? 2 verses? She misunderstood, but still triedto find the lines that could get herto the destination she wanted to find"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqvbM-7MVsM Recorded on May 28, 2020. Tonight's poem is Dazed & Confused. The question of the night was about something interesting we had recently seen. Tonight's hosts are Transe and Hanna, find out more about them through the links in their name. FYI Transe just released a video game called Psycho Limos check it out
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKCb62dJBmQ May 21, 2020. LA has been on lockdown for 2 months. The weekly open mic I used to attend moved from the coffeeshop to instagram live. Tonight's poem is She and the question of the night was about what will never go out of style. The host is Leo aka the Chef Comic. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →
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