Some new changes: from poetry to prose

#73. Opposites Attract. Write a scene in which two characters play opposites to each other. (from writersdigest.com)

He was like fire. She was like ice. He was open like a flame that wraps everything up in its liquid arms and snaps and picks up. She was like wood that tightens and creaks in the cold. Instead of open arms, she felt herself creeping closed and she couldn’t help it.

It started the night she heard him on that phone call. One minute she was making spaghetti and meat sauce at the stove, the next she was peering around the corner to the other room, trying not be concerned at the hushed voice and the way he bent his head into the phone. Like he was trying to hide who he was talking to.

She told herself it didn’t matter and then the conversation the next day. Before work. Her coffee hadn’t even finished brewing yet.

“I have a project after work, babe. I’ll be late. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry” he had said…like he didn’t know how to talk to a woman. Like he hadn’t been living with one for the last three years. Like he didn’t know that all she would do was worry. Worry about who he was talking to as she opened her locker at work. Like she wouldn’t be thinking about the pink lipstick she saw on his neck that one weekend when she changed out of her scrubs later that day.

Yeah, don’t worry. Well, that would be pretty fucking unlikely.

That night she tells him. As they’re standing next to the microwave. She’s waiting for her dinner to finish cooking. “I’m moving back in with my mother. I’ll take the TV. No, don’t worry. I’ll be fine by myself.”


Hi Friends,

For those of you who have been loyal readers and followers these past years, I appreciate you. As I gather content for my next few poetry book projects, I am going to try something new on here. I won’t be posting as much poetry, but in an effort to keep writing…I’m going to try to write some more prose. Right now, that looks like trying writing prompts…wherever I may find them. Who knows, maybe in the future it will move into something else. Maybe it’ll be something that will stick. Maybe I’ll give up after a few posts of writing prompts and start something else. This feels like an ending of an era for me. But also of something new.

Happy Writing!

~AJM

selective history

how many heroes
are lost to time
because of their skin color
how many women
forgotten
because of their sex
and if you’re a woman of color
you’re a ripped page
out of someone’s notebook
trampled into obscurity
until someone with power
or money
plucks your story into the light of day

A Woman President

To the Opposition:

A woman should be president
Do we have enough accessories?
Should we pin up your politics?
Should we clean up the mess we see?

Should we tie up a policy
in a neat little bow?
There’s no reason for drama
please, enough with the show

We’re not your courtesans
Or eye candy on stage
We’re not here to flaunt your ribbons
While you trap us in a cage

We won’t type your memos
while you admire our bra size
We’ll file your harassment along with
all your stupid small-pinched-lies

And while you slander us
We’re tying our kids shoes
We’re fighting in combat zones,
making headlines in the news

We’re scientists and astronauts
We’re surgeons and vets
We have our own voices and money
But there’s been no presidency yet

And while we gather our courage,
you tell us that we’re weak
Please shut your damn mouth
and let the women speak

We’ll tell you

A woman should be president
It’s not about IF we can
It’s because men are afraid
because we’re smarter than them


Hah…I love this one. And not just because it’s about women’s rights and all that good stuff. It’s because this poem is sure to piss some people off…and I’m here for it. Boy, am I here for it.

I dread the results of this election. The next few days are going to be so stressful. Here’s hoping! <3🤞🗳️

~AJM