boy meets girl
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt about Romeo and Juliet. It’s a bit of fun and frivolity based on the truth of what love often feels…
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt about Romeo and Juliet. It’s a bit of fun and frivolity based on the truth of what love often feels…
Poetry comes to me in waves in times of intense emotion. Often, the poems just pour onto the page without me even thinking about what’s happening. Except at night. At…
Narcissism is a problem of our time, or so it would seem. I believe my father was high on the narcissism spectrum, I know my brother DEFINITELY tops the charts,…
I wrote this poem in May 2020 when my narcissist lover discarded me for the third time. He would discard me three more times between then and me publishing the…
Someone who is high on the narcissism spectrum may feel so small and damaged inside that they build a protective self to feel safe. But a narcissistic protective self behaves…
I don’t like labelling people; the title of this poem is for convenience. To have been accurate, it should have been entitled “dear person who is high on the narcissism…
I never dreamed I would find myself in an emotionally abusive relationship, especially not at the wise “old” age of sixty-four. I have been a feminist most of my…
There was a time when I’d never heard any of the tunes or artists below. Then I fell in love with each in turn as someone seduced me with them…
Being authentic is not without hazards. It often leads me to places I hadn’t planned on being — places I’d rather not be once I get there. But having been…
The writing of this poem, and the circumstances that led to its surfacing, helped me discover, name and understand something about myself that I think I’ve always known at some…