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Mrs. Mediocrity · 1W ago

nine eleven

sixteen years later that’s what we call it not nine eleven oh one not September 11, 2001 j...
Mrs. Mediocrity · 1M ago

wet

today i walked in the rain thunder hounding feet pounding head held high going nowhere sorta fast . . .
Mrs. Mediocrity · 2M ago

i made you my art, and then I remembered

i once built a moon on a red wall of chapter singing verse and pressing mortar into cracks...
Mrs. Mediocrity · 2M ago

mishap

as the crow flies through clouded skies my heart will carry me home . . .
Mrs. Mediocrity · 4M ago

it’s like this

there will always be days stretched tight by the too dry skin of living there will always be evil rubbing shoulders with light always be witches dancing circles at night always a cloud blott...
Mrs. Mediocrity · 4M ago

stunned (and/or)

like the bird bouncing off the top studio window or the tree bent broken fallen from harsh storm and the grandmother hearing news of World War III or the 12-year-old girl standing cold in a ...
Mrs. Mediocrity · 4M ago

at least once a day

as if the sun carried stars and the moon danced with shadow or your smile meant the joke it once implied the way we wandered through the streets of a city left by rome holding flowers in dam...
Mrs. Mediocrity · 4M ago

in stereo

the wind shifts and the tree frogs are talking to each other warning of storm and change i...
Mrs. Mediocrity · 4M ago

laying the table for summer’s picnic

in a brief dawn moment when i remembered not to forget to look down to notice three favorite flowers fritillaria (a poem in a name) (a poem of a flower) and i smiled all day . . .
Mrs. Mediocrity · 5M ago

how high’s the water, mama?

there are so many things i cannot reach so many miracles behind glass and roses i’ll never cultivate and all these days filled with bugs and better thans and never enoughs there is always that sky through the tall short-lived poplars growing faster t...