Poetry

Some Days I Feel This Way

The Gorgon By Jesi Scott He called me Medusa, though I’ve no locks of snakes to grace my head, and I’ve two strong legs with which I walk, not slither, from room to room.   I spurned his advances, the god-man, deity-son; now am I ridiculed, feared, cursed by his vengeance.   Why, when all […]

Poetry

Prisoner of War

Prisoner of War By Jesi Scott Would that I could turn my anguish into clouds, Then ask the wind to blow it away. This pain tears, and rakes its claws through my tortured brain, My skin cracked and bleeding, My already once sewn-up heart ripped again at the seams. And it’s more than I can […]

Poetry

Dark August Suits My Dark Heart

This poem is not my own. It’s by Derek Walcott, and it suits me today. The first lines in the the first two stanzas especially hit me hard in the chest, like a sledgehammer. I am the sun in this poem. My only hope lies in the rest of the poem. Learning to love someone’s […]