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Dec 2020 Napolis

Medusa

My son was losing his mind tonight. He so wanted to know what his gifts where
The excitement was fun, annoying, sweet

He's not too big to sleep deeper in our bed. So we tucked him in so he would sleep, he went out so fast.

He feels safer in our bed. I wonder how many more years he's gonna want to sleep in here at all. I want to remember every minute. Before he really hits hormonal.

I miss him as a baby, but this is maybe better
As he knows his options and still chooses me
His dad, even his sisters.

My wishes have all come true, mostly
If only my own father issues were so easy
But now I must sleep too

Big day when these kids wake up

Dec 2020 Napolis

1.11

Dec 2020 Napolis

Haylin

1.11

In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.

#january #cold #dark #winter #leave #bye #snow #grey

Dec 2020 Napolis

I Never Expected This

Dec 2020 Napolis

Caroline Shank

I Never Expected This

I never expected this. That
in my 70's I would be ink
on a blank page. That my
life's work would be poems
on a shelf, written about
gone people, dead memories.

I never wanted them, the memories, the reflections
stored in old coffee cans.
Waterlogged letters saved
from decay to become themselves decayed.

I will sit forever in my chair,
me and my notebooks fallen
around me, incense laden,
curled around my slippered
feet, hiding the poems pressed
in the pages of my youth.

Caroline Shank

Nov 2020 Napolis

the blood, mine

Nov 2020 Napolis

amanda

the blood, mine

the knife in my back was
yours

the fingerprints
hers

the blood
mine

Nov 2020 Napolis

Growing

Nov 2020 Napolis

Grace E

Growing

I’ve died so many times.

The ghosts of all the girls I’ve been, linger in photographs and her writing is still inked in diary’s and journals from the past.

I know she is proud of who I am now.

And I look forward to who I will become one day.

Nov 2020 Napolis

SHE WRITES

Nov 2020 Napolis

HOPE

SHE WRITES

When she's happy,
she writes
When she's sad,
she writes
When she's hurt,
she writes
When she misses,
she writes
When there is no wink of sleep in the middle of the night,
she still get in touch with her ink and a paper

She has found her hiding palace,
in the hands of her beautiful black diary
She has found comfort,
in the fascinating creation of her pen
That exquisite glance she get everytime she get in touch with her writings,
gives her a new breeze out of nature
The feeling of having to express her feeling without judgement,
gives her new outlook on life
Words are her chariots
Inks are her swords
Writting is the stain in her veins