A Birthday Present

Alright I have a poetry reading for your guys today! I am reading A Birthday Present by Sylvia Plath. If you enjoy it I will read the whole book to you, poem by poem. This poem is from Ariel a book I found very inspirational. I am not much an actress so my readingsĀ are flat and my god that Southern accent *twitches*


Poetry Prompt 28 – Will You Accept This Challenge?

For this challenge we were asked to read our favorite poem and I wasn’t sure if she meant a poem I had written or a poem written by someone else. So I went with someone else (I have many favorites btw), that someone else being Jim Carroll. The poem is simply titled Poem as are many of his poems. Jim Carroll’s poems are hard to find online and are too difficult for me to format so this time you will have to listen muhahaha.

Listen Here


And then a poem from me using the word cues in the prompt


An inauspicious moon pulls the veil

Over her pale face and in her obfuscation

The wolves skulk off, steady paws

Plowing the raving earth for bones.

Your smile, hangs sanguine

On the cusp of imaginings.

Optimism has lost its buoyancy

And with each knock I slip

Deeper into the house

Afraid of what lies behind

That once confident threshold.

Now I retreat, innards gone,

Cavities re-stuffed with

My own pessimistic blather.

Pandora’s box sits on

The edge of the kitchen table,

The contents rushing out

In a vast and terrible parade.

I catch the sun’s beaming face

Through a chink in the blinds,

Those glimpses weaving within me

A positively ravenous curiosity.

I unpack myself and

In the midst of my turmoil

Head out into uncertain streets.


Wordle 194 (Audio)


Brenda Warren


When does belief constitute a shelter?

When does belief constitute a prison?

When does resolve yield to revolution?

And given the casualty afforded our design

Can a win ever escape the requisite failures?

To dedicate oneself to review is to invite opposition

And yet who are we without the contradiction?

To shine one must endure a degree of abrasion

To sing one must understand the necessity of silence.

When is it my turn? When did linear constructs

Replace our instincts? Today as everyday I am new.

Today as everyday I am choked with insecurities.

Sometimes the only steps executed, recoil.

But who can deny me the intention to live?

I haven’t done a reading in a while because I find my accent embarrassing haha




Rib (Audio)


Leif Podhajsky

Some nights we hunt measuring

The weight of our paired bones

You are far heavier than I

But not nearly as hungry


The air does not find my pleura,

Does not find my thirsty lips willing

The blood swarms under the pressure

Of your beleaguered embrace

The poor pitiless queen

Clutching at stone fingers

Trying to pry herself free

The self-proclaimed king

Prepared to use whatever means

Necessary to illicit conquest


Your blurry face with its slit grin

A penitentiary of sharp teeth

Lined up side by side idle

Within their cloistered cells

Eyes as tar sticking, sticking

To the lining of my windpipe

I should be flattered

What other requirement

Could be more pressing

Than your mighty phallus?


Is your animus so great

That I can place my dreams upon it

My child-bearing hips

My white yielding breasts?

What of my carnivorous spirit?

And intractable intellect?

Will you tend them?

Feed them? Worship them

As I must worship yours


It always comes back to the rib

The one that tears now at my side

Longing to extract itself and return

To its former commission

That rib that compels me to love

And service and maddening attraction

Yes the very one that you lord over me