Emily B : Writing

purge

purge

A Poem by Emily B


recovered memory that i can't share
polygraphing

polygraphing

A Poem by Emily B


not sure where it is going
panic attack

panic attack

A Poem by Emily B


i really need to write a poemthere is one bubblingsomewhere, downdeep inside of meit is boilingaching, to get outand i am afraidit is too largeif thos..
i prayed to dad this morning

i prayed to dad this morning

A Poem by Emily B


I never asked for daily breador kind wordsor love.I never asked for gas in my tankor your attention.But this thing that happenedBy this man who was yo..
triggered

triggered

A Poem by Emily B


do not suppose that waking myself with screams is the worst thing in the world. the nightmaresfrom days without voice were much more Harrowin..
inner child

inner child

A Poem by Emily B


I find myself in odd momentsrepeating a nursery rhymeout of the bluecomplete with the hand movementsCrazy, you sayfor a 41 year old woman to be singin..
needs a title

needs a title

A Poem by Emily B


industrious Facebook friend is streamlining his existencewith daily and weekly updateson the number of souls excised already and how many more are lef..
Banging a Drum: words from sacred spaces

Banging a Drum: words from sacred spaces

A Story by Emily B


announcing an anthology by John Stirneman aka John BOngo aka left hand smoke shifter aka a true gentleman aka collodi or collecteye
text {and sub-text}

text {and sub-text}

A Poem by Emily B


a dream, maybe
an open conversation

an open conversation

A Poem by Emily B


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Compartment 114
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