like a pebble in your shoe. A morning without the dew. Sand between your toes. A dull ache that forever grows. Loneliness that burns brighter than the sun. Heart, mind and soul eternally a pawn. Each thing of beauty, a constant reminder that we are not a skillful finder. The moon, stars, a flower thatContinue reading “It feels-“
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Look what you made me do?!
Woke up late! You wouldn’t let me sleep. Talk, talk, talk all night long. Look what you made me do! I jumped to the ceiling, spilling coffee on my favorite shirt. What’s got you in such a great mood? Look what you made me do! Men don’t hum. What is wrong with you? Look whatContinue reading “Look what you made me do?!”
Monday, by Jolene Rice
I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker and the team at Masticadores Canada for publishing my poem, Monday. Thank you 💕 Good mornin’. Sadly, Monday came with plenty warnin’. With a pounding head, I stumble from my bed. Another day, YEAH! Get up. Get ready. My head on … Monday, by Jolene Rice
Watch the rain
Watch the rain Do you ever just watch the rain? Does it make you sad? Does it cause you pain? ~ Are you filled with a longing? A piece of the puzzle is missing? Is your soul within you groaning? ~ Does the gentle patter of each drop create calm? Dragging you to sleep? OrContinue reading “Watch the rain”
Quote for today
“Walls help no one expect the people who want to be inside them.” Chico’s Mom
Dark clouds
I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker and the team at Masticadores Canada for publishing my poem Dark Clouds. Thank you 💕
Clickety Clack
Today’s quote
“Are the hairs of his head easier to be numbered than his feelings and the beating of his heart?” St. Aurelius Augustinus, The Confessions of St. Augustine
M.E.N.
This projection was so different. Always behind a trend, Alex swiped apathetically at thin air. Even the keyboard she used to type in the web address was a projection. It was a sad day when her laptop died. Old school technology couldn’t even be purchased on the black market. Here she was, swiping away. Up.Continue reading “M.E.N.”
The leaf
The leaf Erin had been told that dreaming about muddy water meant something bad was going to happen. Many times in her life, she had dreamt about the muddy water of a flooded river. Or a disturbed creek. Never had the water touched her. One time, the muddy water lapped hungrily toward herContinue reading “The leaf”
