Lepetit pumpkinesque ⋅ 39 ⋅
38, married for 19, Mother of 3 Wildlings, reader, gym go-er, constant over thinker, coffee drinker, Pittsburgh, PA
Do I dare to eat a peach?
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Miner in The Writer
“You listen too well” my mothers well worn back-handed compliment, reclining, or maybe melting, kitchen chairs, an upturned glass, heel of her palm pressed against the darkening sky of her cheek...
Re-write in The Writer
Death is candid, he does not take and give back, what he snatches is for keeps. He never lies and says ‘I’ll tell you what I’ll do…‘ not a salesman but a judge, a brusque swing of his gavel- ...
Unfinished. in The Writer
I want a body that brooks no argument. That bites, instead of cowers when abused, bares its teeth at a lingering hand- a body that stands up for itself, and refuses to be muzzled. I have been ...
6/2 in The Writer
Carry on Polaris, I would follow- stumble through rooted forests black and earthen, soil rich as gold. This arc was clearly outlined, fated, ensnared- two ships not passing but crashing in the r...
Lurkers come here * edit to add in Public
I’ve tightened up the books, so if you are a lurker, you might as well out yourself now, if you want in. EDIT TO ADD (Also: omg, sorry if you’ve been lurking and now I let you into the previously...
4-18-2017 in The Writer
I bundle your excuses into piles Trash, keep, return. Line up the needle and embroider the guilt, embed the strung words into one wrist then another. My heart choked by syllables and sentences. I...
Two poems in The Writer
I am the anchor, tethering you here. The thread weeds, and the stone, a treacherous weight. I am the moon drowning you with an angry high tide, then pulling back, apologetic. A howling summe...
January 4th in The Writer
I grow in the small cut aways left to me. Your residual bald spots where weeded and pulled, first grappling, then dominating your lies. Quiet in the forgotten undergrowth, yet un-razed, out of b...
Not my father's son in Bookish Stuff
I just need to put this somewhere. I’m not a huge biography person, I don’t even like non-fic that much, preferring to get lost in the fantasy worlds of fiction… But this book by Alan Cumming.. ...
2016 Book Challenge in Bookish Stuff
Pulitzer Prize Book Book of Poetry Microhistory Consider the Fork by Bee Wilson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Novella The Times are Never so bad by Andre Dubus ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ YA book series 1. Daughter of ...
The trembling in The Writer
My heart; asunder. The black goblin who weeps from the wound and drags himself up and out with gladness. Careful of the cracks, darling, my grief has teeth and she gnashes. My chest, broken op...
Spoiled in The Writer
A stumbling question clutched close, beyond the throat of a quiet room. A necklace of red grapes, the sweet collar bone that beckons your kiss. Your hand, on my back as I fall heavy into slumb...
Book Challenge in Bookish Stuff
This is going to be updated through out the year. And if you don’t like it you can kiss my book. (I substituted book for butt, in case that wasn’t clear). A book with more than 500 pages -Duncto...
Beast in The Writer
A fitful slumber, through gauzy windows peeped the Beast imprisoned in a cage of rib bones. Held there, a burrowing rodent against a cement floor, how he gnashed his teeth against knowledge, p...
The Watcher in The Writer
I stood at the shoreline and watched you dip over the horizon. Unapologetic. And then stayed like a mother keeping bedside vigil. Starched with fear, upholstered upright. Becoming less like a...
Enslavement in The Writer
I, the lone adult, lop off strawberry heads, give them over to eager hands whose feet march the tiled floors like a roving army. I, the kitchen guard enslaved to endless snack orders- or el...
Christmas Envy or Why Jew's get the Bah-Humbugs* Now with working link. in Public
Read it, and I'll say "Thank You" http://wordsfortrade.com/2013/11/04/christmas-envy-or-why-jews-feel-the-bah-humbugs/
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