In the Pink
"Fruits on Pink" by Bink She begins. First, there is pink. Well...vivid electric magenta is more apt. She pushes the frayed brush into the water jar, hitting the bottom too hard. Taps out a neurodivergent…
Anxiety, the unwelcome house guest (who never seems to leave).
An older painting I did of Bink stimming at the beach. Agita Sometimes I think there four of us making a life inside this sweet gray house. Add the felines, we make a quirky…
MelindaFebruary 28, 2024
A Tale of Two Motorists
Poem for the Pissed-Off Driver I have a third eye that sees beyond your scowl, man-behind -the-wheel who couldn’t bear to wait when I slowed to turn right and so zoomed past, horn blaring,…
MelindaFebruary 20, 2024
Still, After Years
This is the Love Poem, Mid-Life for Super Guy "Who, being loved, is poor?" --Oscar Wilde Remember the night I woke moaning, ankles on fire, some ghost gripping my arches, preventing even a twitch of…
MelindaFebruary 14, 2024
A Hole That Can’t Be Filled
Can you imagine being in such tremendous pain that the best path to freedom seems to be ending your life? Feeling so hopeless or worthless that you truly believe the world would be better off…
MelindaDecember 20, 2023
Rhyming to Death
I started writing poetry when I was 8 or 9. My first notebooks were full of rhyme, crude as it may have been. Over the years my writing morphed into rambling narrative free verse. From…
MelindaSeptember 20, 2023
First Digit Singular
This Is What Really Happened Trigger warnings: Run-on sentences. Querulousness. Thirteen days ago I had my thumb joint reconstructed. This was elective and a long time coming—both carpo-metacarpals whittled down to bone on bone,…
MelindaJanuary 22, 2023
Why Poetry Matters
I’m so pleased to share that my poem “Nobody” was published in Thimble Literary Journal today. You can read it by clicking on this link: https://www.thimblelitmag.com/2022/08/09/nobody/ My writing process is anything but logical. Sometimes it…
MelindaSeptember 24, 2022