My work:
Patheos,
The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,
The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books
Silent Bites by Eukalypto
Pete and Dolly's gave him refuge from pain, (no break) Death came, kitchen cleaned
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
mom’s jewelry box, safe You love each piece, part of you Can trauma sting gold?
that’s the look, rainstorm Downpour, our hearts torn apart sunrise, brand new us
My dearest friend Jane, It warmed my heart up so toasty and sunny and perfectly crisped like an edge of a sunny side egg—-to see your glowing face in that picture the other day.
In her ear, “she’s mine,” Our sacrament in a cab, Time passes, we fade.
the hidden seam was Ripped out, “Never Cursed”… with love Toxic waste dump love.
this letter is addressed to you. You say you like missionary now. I don’t get it, like you know that’s not what I like. I like down and dirty, on the knees kind of weird stuff like that.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
My true love, Quinn, Yes, Quinn, you are my true love. I can already hear your gorgeous, baby sunshine voice, calling me impetuous, brash, daring, even.
is this what Eyeliner green dreams of? I’d take the mirror Flip it upside down, lick the lipstick, Dip it in the stuff that made up your voice and drown in it,
remember when you finished my poem The way some people naturally finish each other’s sentences? I read them over & over
O, thank this endless, rotten sea The devil red moon That burns into my heart like the midnight sun, I can’t seem to sleep, my endless love,
My sweet, sweet Keda, In my aching chest, my heart wreaks devastating havoc on my body. The pressure divides me into bits of intoxicating, melancholy pieces, and I’m left behind in a star-struck state of stupor and lovelorn tumor-like agony.
