Written for: November 2021 PAD - Day 12
"Write a raw poem."
He seemed unfinished.
Blanche was astonished.
Stella condone this
man's kiss of crudeness?
his beer. Blanche flinched,
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.