Lots of feelings this week on and off the page. I got a little worn out on poetry writing but I’m also halfway through! Thanks again to @amykaypoetry for providing the prompts. And if you aren’t following me on Instagram, you’re missing some of my content! Find me @michelledwhipple 🙂 Day 8: Mildly Interesting As…
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April is National Poetry Month and I’ve been writing a pome a day for the #amykaypoemaday challenge. It’s been really fun! Here’s what I’ve got from week one. If you feel inspired, follow @amykaypoetry on Instagram and you can see the prompts every day. This challenge is completely about participation points. You get points for…
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When I was first married, I lived in a laundromat. I say it that way because the apartment was actually IN the building of the laundromat, but I wasn’t sleeping on washing machines at night. During my short time there, I encountered a man who used the bathroom sink every morning to bathe and then…
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When there are too many things for the hours in the day, call upon a well-tended muse.
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Rest in cool water. Dance in flame. Lick up morsels lobbed onto my plate. I was born in ease, In the universe, In myself. Hung the world round my neck, Its weight pulling nearer, nearer to the floor. Stop that. Let it clatter on the floorboards. Skip into the mud forest. Find a shelf fungus,…
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Learning to be conscious through a travel delay in a pandemic year, while mercury is in retrograde.
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You know, Michelle’s not happy. A few weeks ago I was talking to a friend who recently went through divorce. She mentioned that in the course of her separation process, someone we both know, pointed to me and my situation and said THAT. First, WTF. How does someone in another state who I talk to…
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I was thinking about the boom box at Baskin Robbins the other day. The tinny sound of Mix 105.5 floating over the trickle of water through the scoop basins and the chorus hum of freezers. I can’t hear a Billy Idol song without thinking of that boom box (was every night 80s night?). Natalie Imbruglia,…
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A year ago this month, my then-boyfriend of four or five months abruptly broke up with me with little explanation. And he did it in sort of an angry way, four days after my grandpa passed away. I went to the funeral devastated. I went to work. I took my son to swimming lessons. I…
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