Pattimouse – Poems of hate and writing


Pattimouse – Poems of hate and writing
Stephanie Bennett-Henry – “if only you had looked in time.”
Call my name
when you see something beautiful,
like a sky with a song
or a storm that follows you home.
Call my name
when the words drop,
when the music stops,
when the meaning
of the song
grabs hold of your soul,
and feeds you your heart.
Call my name
when the sun rises,
when you can’t stop looking,
when the view is worth
a picture
and the picture has
a thousand words
to write home about.
Call my name
when you cry for no reason
other than the way
something beautiful
rips your heart out
and you know
I would cry with you.
Call my name
when you write a story
in your head
before you put it to paper,
and call my name
when you have to change
the ending
because the story of us
didn’t end beautiful.
Call my name
when your heart breaks,
when my…
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Kindra M. Austin – Taste and more
His tongue tastes like saliva
and cherry
Skoal.
When he wants to fuck,
he asks if I’m in the mood;
is that respect or
indolence?
Why should I
care?
His irises are
two oceans alight
with bursts of butter yellow
sun;
a pair of pupils are black
holes I navigate.
I love him,
and I don’t mind that
he seeks permission
to fuck me.
I love him
and the tang
of ultra-fine tobacco.
I love him
and the ordinary scent
of his skin.
I love him
and his cannon mouth,
made for resounding laughter.
I love that he said if I
die first, he’ll carry
my ashes in his pocket—
his front one so I’m
closer to his you know what.
His tongue tastes like saliva
and cherry
Skoal.
© 2019 Kindra M. Austin
Unquiet Mind writing prompts for Week Five
This November Brave and Reckless, Go Dog Go Café, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen are teaming up to host An Unquiet Mind Writing Prompt Challenge. At the beginning of each week, we will provide daily writing prompts inspired by titles of memoirs and novels that explore life with mental illness.
We will also provide the Goodread links for the book prompts if you would like to explore any of the titles in greater depth.
Although these prompts are designed to inspire you to write a poem, prose piece, piece of flash fiction, or art in 30 minutes or less, we realize these prompts may be difficult for some readers. We sincerely apologize if any of the prompts are triggering for you.
The only rule is that you use the book title as your piece title OR integrate all the words in the title into your piece somehow. …
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Calico Jack – How is this possible?
So, I guess, y’all know there’s this impeachment thingee going on now. You must. It’s on all the TVs. There’s people talking about the Ol’ Pussy Grabber saying that he wants all the quid for their pro, it’s quo, as the kids like to say nowadays. I mean, after reading all the call “transcripts” of the quid pro quo calls with the president of Ukraine — I rue the day that they changed that from the Ukraine. Who wouldn’t want to be known as the Ukraine? It’s so cool! But, whatev. It’s Ukraine’s name, they get to decide what it is, I guess. Although, I’m totally down with Kyiv, pronounced as one syllable, Keev. — like, the Ol’ Pussy Grabber totally grabbing Ukraine by the pussy and whispering his sweet nothing, We want a favor, though, into its ear followed by a warm, wet, heaping helping…
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Stephanie Bennett-Henry – “every flag we fly that was once a scar”
I really miss you, in case you didn’t know. I miss the way you used to smile, like nothing bad could ever touch you, the way I could see the passion reach out from your heart, through your eyes and just take hold of the world like every day had a new sky you were seeing for the first time. I miss the way you were the life of the party, always making everyone laugh, and how your spirit was a magnet for every color I’ve ever seen. Even the ocean wanted to be the one to get close enough to touch you, hoping maybe it could hold you long enough to carry you and just maybe… some of your magic would spill out and let the sea drink in every scar that made you so strong, let the wind carry the softness that put music in your song. You…
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Christine Ray – Supporting authors
Pattimouse – On writing
My attempt.
Pick up the pen,
open the vein,
attempt to explain
the image burning
in my brain.
Telling stories in graphite,
characters that only I see.
It seems so real,
these stories I am writing,
my brain is merely telling lies.
Teach the bardic arts
using your weapon,
ink and pen.
Send the dreams out,
letting not the anxiety win.
TheFeatheredSleep – Like day and night, in and out of the light of love’s eyes
Our love
is a silent auction
I raise my hand
and bid
on the deep of your brown eyes
falling each time
we piroet about the other
orbiting stars catching up
for the lifetime we spent apart
I cannot get closer
though each time, I try anew
to become the parts that are not me
when you are absent
my world dims as if cateracts
attach instantly
robbing me of clarity
out of focus
I can stand the temperature
of this betrayed land
the sorrow she buries
beneath each leaden day
If you continue to exist
grace me once or often
with the warmth of your regard
you see, I am born to live
only by your word
and when you put me out and say
make your own way now girl
I turn to filament, to pencil lead
crushed beneath the dismissal
fade away
only seen
by your gaze
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Cluster B – Fatal denial?
I mean, really. Do you believe in science? Science tells us we have, maybe 12 years in which we can get it together to stop our suicidal emissions to save the planet before we will have destroyed it beyond our ability to fix it. Greta Thunberg has been crying out as a voice in the wilderness. Some of us are even listening and working on solutions. One of those people is Bernie Sanders. He’s running for president. But he has to get the nomination first. And he is up against a “Democratic” establishment that seems manifestly insane. They are insanely opposed to progressive forces in their own party even if those are the only forces that have a chance of saving the planet. They attachment to neoliberalism are more important to…
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