Hands Off

For this one, I’m adding a note here first for some context. I recently read an article about Trump suggesting “menstrual classes” for US women to help increase birth rates in America. Because you know…none of us seem to know how our bodies work. ๐Ÿ™„ The article was a little bit too Handsmaids Tale-ish to me, and so ludicrous that I simultaneously wanted to laugh and cry. The disgusting desire to control women’s health is just so disrespectful and alienating. I also can’t believe that it’s even happening to begin with. The ignorance and corruption. And at any rate, it also pissed me off, and so, of course, I wrote something in response to it. I wrote several stanzas, to be honest, but in the end, I only needed one.

The article, if you’re curious:

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/04/21/us/politics/trump-birthrate-proposals.html?smid=nytcore-android-share


I am thirty-six years old
I know what I need
I dont need a billionaire white man
telling me how to bleed

monday feels

Monday feels

like a dying sun

like hope that fades

when the day is done



Monday feels

like an icy breeze

you’ve lost your gloves

and you’re gonna freeze



Monday feels

like drowning tears

your face is wet

you’ve aged a million years



Monday feels

like a melting crayon

you drag your feet

you say, “i think i can”


Agh, these were the Monday vibes I was totes feeling yesterday.

AJM

it girl

saying yes instead of no

i’ve become the “it girl,” yeah

no longer a disappointment


Hope you are well. I’m struggling with some kind of sickness…again!! ๐Ÿ˜ญ It’s been difficult lately.

Just got to keep writing!

AJM

New poetry book “Remnants” to be published December 2025!

This is a new project I’ve been working on. Spring is almost here and I’m feeling hopeful. To be published on Amazon in December 2025!

A little bit about the project…

This is a collection of new material from the last few years exploring the ‘what’s been left behind’ from my college years, who I am now and the joys and struggles of being an adult. There are themes of feminism, mental health, self-doubt…and some silly poems about the weather, of course.

I’m very excited with how this is coming together!

Not final cover. TBD!

There will be more posts about this project later on in the next few months.

In case you missed it, my other poetry book, Walking in Cemeteries, can be found on Amazon here.

the last time

no one told me
that when you get older
those friends you saw everyday
won’t be around as much
those girl shopping days
nights out at the bar, dancin’
or slumber parties
don’t happen as often

because we’ve got families
and adult responsibilities
and making plans
is like getting the planets to align

and one one told me
that one night
you’ll watch a video
about two friends
and it’ll bring back a sudden ache
for those carefree nights
where a drink at a bar and a DD
were the only things we were worried about

and no one told me
that you’ll miss your friends
like a promise you can’t keep
like a cloud that blew across the sun
a hollow longing
that hollars down an empty road

and that one day
we got together for a slumber party
wished on stars together
and told secrets
for the last time

when democracy dies

when things get rough

when i feel trapped

by my responsibilities

i look up at the night sky

and think

…at least i’m still free


๐Ÿฅบ Our future here in the US is so uncertain. I’m scared of what our future looks like. No, I’m terrified. I’m so glad I get to watch the world burn around me because of someone I didn’t vote for. ๐Ÿ™„

AJM

Golf Course in Outer Space

I had a dream my dad went to live
at a golf course on the moon
and the only reason he went
was because my uncle told him to

there was a constant summer sun
in a long, flat expanse of green
a domed space that went on forever
and the people there were mean

I knew he was uncomfortable
I could see it in his face
because for some reason, I went with him
to this golf course in outer space


Because I thought we could use some silliness this month. And I’ve started this thing where I write poems of actual dreams I’ve had. This poem made my Dad laugh.

It has been soo cold. January is kicking my butt physically and mentally, and I just have to endure. I can make it through. The new presidency has me super depressed, so I am just going to read. How many books can I make it through? I am currently reading four…two audio books and two other books. A memoir, a YA science fiction adventure, an urban fantasy, and an epic fantasy romance. Variety is the spice of life. Maybe I should throw another genre in there.

AJM

Moving to Tuesday/Wednesday posts

Hi all,

I hope you had a fan-tabulous holiday season and Happy New Year!

(Our Golden Teddy tired out after the holiday festivities at Grandma’s house.)

Just dropping a quick note to say that I’ll be moving over to Tuesday and/or Wednesday AM posts from now on. Posts will range from poetry, fiction, blogging, and miscellaneous content.

I am looking forward to a productive writing year! All the best,

-AJM