Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
Feedback is always appreciated.
the clock is ticking regulars are submitting Harper published "Mess"
By Tina D. Lopez17 days ago in Poets
sweet honeysuckle bees hover over the blooms buzzing fills the air
bombs dropping on schools gas prices climbing fumes drifting through hoods
oh, fudgy delight eating ice cream for dinner belly softly jiggles
smiles bloom across sky laughter chasing away clouds kite drifting on wind
Light as a feather. Light as a feather. Stiff as a board. Stiff as a board. Light as a board. Stiff as a feather.
empty streets at dusk doors locked, curtains pulled tightly dogs mimic sirens
morning light on deck icy coffee meets my lips sun teases summer
stiff fingers trying child-proof cap resists today ibuprofen safe
bathroom floor at night a tear drips from my red nose splat on the cold tile
Family, friends, loved ones—thank you for being here today. This day has been truly remarkable. Kevin remembered to invite me—his bride—to the wedding, despite his habit of attending gatherings with… different company.
By Tina D. Lopez17 days ago in Writers
“Eight,” I announce when Heidi asks, “What’s today’s number?” Everyone else is confused. But I know she means the digit
By Tina D. Lopez18 days ago in Poets
