Poetry

Guest post brought to you by the Editor of Lessons We Paid For, Shelby Smith My participation in the Instagram trend of Blackout Poetry began as a fun experiment. The…

This Friday guest post is brought to you by one of my close friends and author, Shelby Smith. I’ve followed her writing and personal growth as an author for many…

When you can hardly remember what his voice sounds like, Thousands of memories collide like a small blip in this continuum. Then a new caress holds you tenderly and offers…

All the letters I once wrote to you, The letter’s addressed to someone new. You and I & me and you & he and I & you and her. What’s…

“How weird and wonderful you are” How special you are for your own experiences, your trials, your tribulations, How unique your confidence and exhibition. Fervent, but satisfying, Covert, but beguiling. What…

I am a warm body. You tell me I am more. No soy tu princesa, Me han dicho. Hago las reglas, sin excepciones. “I don’t love you, but I always…

Raincoat thrown over my head, My shoes weren’t made for this. Stay in a straight line, You keep bumping into me. The first snow is falling, I’ve taken to complaining…

Sitting in autoethnography today, we had a discussion about what constitutes poetry. None of the six individuals that bothered to show up to class today before Thanksgiving break felt the…