Ice under snow

Truck stuck what the f luck my neighbors pushed I steered said truck fishtailed we inched it creeped I want to weep they rocked shoulders blocked the rusted metal it came unstuck and off to work we go.

Ten days of posting all in a row (Is it all in my head?)

Ten days of posting all in a row (Is it all in my head?) I think all this writing is going to my head (coming from my head) The thrill of the edit, the photo selection, the comments and likes validate (its all in my head) I have to complete the poetry class, come hell…

Writing 201:Poetry-Prompt Drawer, Form Ode, Device Apostrophe

Note:This is a payday candybar poem. Chunky, salty sweet but has protein in it. It can't be that bad. Day 8 Prompt Drawer Form Ode Device Apostrophe I owed my class an Ode upon which my back is permanently bowed My poetry drawer swollen shut is in a terrible rut no words, no poems, no…

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Writing 201: Poetry Finger Prose Poem Missing Assonance just a smidge of poetic disobedience

Yesterday, was not an emergency, though I posted with urgency the prose poem describing what her fingers crush and mash She, cleaned and sated, I couldn't have waited then to my job I did dash. ----------------------------- Day 7 Part Two Prompt: Finger Form: Prose Poem Device: Missing Assonance When first born they grip you with…