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Prism (a haiku)

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

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

To The Rhythm (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 7, 2020November 10, 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 now3 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…

dark mare, run (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 2, 2020October 27, 2020

Poetrydark mare run, jean paul sartre, poem, Poetry8 Comments

dark mare, rundo not waversight on the horizonnight does not disturbcoldness you cannot obligefools stagnate, wallow in prideeyes on the risedark mare, run Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com “Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.” ~ Jean Paul Sartre, Selected Essays

Ghosting (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 18, 2020October 5, 2020

Poetryghosting, poem10 Comments

that i meant somethingor nothing at allthat i’ll never knowhurts most of all a ghost cannot spare the dignityfor what is realthey themselves are not a dream within a dream Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com