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She Said No ( a poem inspired by the #YesAllWomen) – Promote Yourself

 jar          I lay here
wearing my favourite blue dress
the one that makes me feel beautiful
and confident
I hear you judge me
“Look what she wears”
I did not ask for this
you did not see
 avoid the longing stares
the much too long pauses at my desk
my attempt at friendly conversation
so as not to be labeled a “bitch”
I did not ask for this
you did not feel 
trembling as I walked home
always afraid 
always looking back
I did not ask for this
and still
You Judge me
Wearing my favorite blue dress
The one that made me feel confident
You See Me
bruised thighs, crimson drops
forming a shimmering moonlit pool,
a halo above my head
You Feel Me
I am cold
No breath, No Beat
The Tragic End 
to a confident girl
whose last words were
Author: KB (@atoxicepiphany)

Street Sounds on a Windy Day


The breeze pours through fresh maples

spring is upon us, we gather fragrance.

Without their leaves and branch and root

the sounds would be lost in a cavern

Occasional noise interferes to remind us

we are in the city, a street cleaner sends

clouds of dust to tease the open convertible,

the owner reacts with little recourse.

Wait, while the light changes, the highway

ahead will sweep out the dust that irritates

eyes beyond sights of shallow smiles

and complex expressions telling the day

to each observer, before the honk, the engine

roars to nearly cradle a smaller compact

trying to get home to their vibrant landscape.


A thousand automobiles will pass through

trained lights and merged realities to go home.

While the action bumps and grinds a mechanic’s

dream, Earth; nature’s permanence will tease

the eyes that wish themselves laying about

on the green lush grass of a lovely afternoon.

What if the lights didn’t change and everything

stopped until the serenity of gazing about were

disrupted by taunting horns and slammed doors?

Would we in the human condition recognize

they haven’t a choice but to listen to our whines

as we try to recover from the injury of Man,

the purveyor of such disruptive tones in harmony.

A stalled engine gives opportunity to amend yet

instead self-guided concern creates a loud barrage.


We will come home in a reasonable amount of time

while the leaves on the trees sing breezy melodies.


Thom Amundsen

Tornado – Promote Yourself



It was a hot, humid, April day with clouds in the sky

The tornado watch was issued. No one could deny

Rising temperatures encouraged the inevitable fight

That soon dropped from the sky cloaked by dark of night

Huddled in a homemade cellar, our family began to pray

Asking the Lord Almighty for yet another day

Ears popping, wind howling, our lungs sucked of air

Cellar quaking, we said “I love you” and prayed a last prayer

In a matter of minutes, quiet descended upon the cuddled

As the cellar door flew open, a flashlight addressed the huddled

Are y’all okay? Is everyone okay?” we listened in shock

As we saw the roof lying across the road near a huge rock

Our family crawled out of the cellar only to see

Nothing but roots from blown down trees

Power lines broken, could see no land

I clung desperately to my husband’s hand

The house! Where’s the house?” was my cry

We ran through felled trees. I wept yet sighed

Where once a huge porch stood proud, inviting

An abyss was my first sighting

Part of the roof still attached, all walls still there

We ventured inside to see if the home was bare

The pictures all hung straight on the wall

While our home stood wounded yet so very tall

Anna Banana

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