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random #32 (an erotic poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA February 25, 2021February 25, 2021

*This post contains mature content.* half of what my mind creates causes thighs to tighten and quake you can’t see what i know to be true i get wet by the idea of you I have a collection of random pieces, many short in length and without too much direction. Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com

tick (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA December 6, 2020

Poetrypoem, tick2 Comments

a tick in the back of my brainwhy did things turn out this wayi don’t know, sometimes they just dosometimes it’s just not up to me, to you the wonder of it all resumes Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com

Prism (a haiku)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 24, 2020December 8, 2020

Poetryhaiku, poem, prism11 Comments

focus or distortprism, memories of truthsor colorful lies Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com

To The Rhythm (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 7, 2020December 2, 2020

Poetrypoem, Poetry, the the rhythm3 Comments

To the rhythmHeart’s secret soundHips undulate Above the groundAs I sway, lightLiving the profoundThe momentIn me, all around Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee

Writer’s Lift Wednesday #36

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 4, 2020November 12, 2020

Writer's Lift Wednesdaybartholomew barker, luisa zambrotta, michael raven, poem, Poetry, writersliftwednesday, writing8 Comments

It seems futile to release a post today. #36 may well fall flat in light of current events. Even so WLW is my choice, if not habit. This is a writersliftwednesday blog, sharing the works of fellow writers, poets, artists (including photographers, painters, etc.) and persons random. All re-blogs will be linked appropriately to their…

then, now (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 30, 2020November 12, 2020

Poetrypoem, Poetry, then now4 Comments

i bathe hereat the tidemirror mostprecious sighslight long since gonethen, nowi remain

towel (an erotic poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 15, 2020

Poetryerotic poetry, poem, towel9 Comments

after soaking in a long bath togetheryou rub me downand i’ll be damned, you seeI just bought these towelsand they’re clearly defunct becausethe more you dry methe wetter I get Happy Thursday,Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com

silent napalm (a photograph)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 9, 2020October 27, 2020

Poetryphotography, poem, Poetry, silent napalm6 Comments

I don’t know anything about photography. I was intentionally trying out new shots for filming this week but what I did not intend was for this moment to be captured. My phone is in my hand and I had just received an email. I am reading something upsetting. Moments later, I cry. I am getting…