
Melissa Ingoldsby
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Rewritten
I have rewritten all the greatest love poems over and over again to you. I rewrote the old ones, the new ones, the bad ones and the good ones. The layers of love were like bone and sinew and guts. Not the stuff that you ever liked. But, that’s me.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
I am Bexley: The Bloodletter’s Scourge part 17
My mother has had ALS all her life, but my father had always taken care of her, until he passed away. He would lift her up and dance with her on her birthdays. He was the rock of our family. He enforced his roots and his ideas on how a man should act right from the start.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Where is my mind
why does this thing that bounced back from me to you, a reverberating, echolocation of a single thread Twanging from beat to beat as a single swing from a sword, a very powerful drum that deepens the whole world in a mournful beat of breathing pounding
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets




