PinnedMonica GeorgeCan’t sleep. I guess I’ll get up and…How many hours has it been?Nov 27, 2022Nov 27, 2022
PinnedMonica GeorgeFearIts sinking teeth and tethered jaw-clenching leaves a mark during moments of distrust and downward spiraling into air-tight crawl spaces…Jan 27, 20221Jan 27, 20221
PinnedMonica GeorgeA poem for lonely people who are afraid to love.Once, maybe a few times, your heart busted itself open on full display and made a mess.Mar 22, 2022Mar 22, 2022
PinnedMonica GeorgeTo move with intention is a artful skill.It’s noticeable when you move with the intention.Feb 27, 2022Feb 27, 2022
PinnedMonica GeorgeWhat does it take to be a writer?In fact, what does it take to be anything at all?Jan 16, 2022Jan 16, 2022
Monica Georgegrief. the hurt is unfathomable, unimaginable.as we sit glued to our screens, a powerlessness overcomes us, a hopelessness drowns us, a hatefulness divides us.Nov 8, 2023Nov 8, 2023
Monica GeorgeThis fiery celestial dance.the moment the sun crosses the equator a shift a move a dance a song composed of light particles and elements touches your skinMar 20, 2023Mar 20, 2023
Monica Georgejealousya sea of blue a weighted blanket birds flying into the window one after the other Owch! want, need, desire unravels before blurry eyes…Oct 27, 2022Oct 27, 2022
Monica GeorgeMovement is emotion in motion.Puddles of sticky, solemn sap Soles of the shoes glued to the ground a slam to a screeching stop hesitant halt from a tug of the harness…Sep 6, 2022Sep 6, 2022
Monica GeorgeIn search of a love that feels like home.Stop falling, I repeat, when the door is splintered and old when the heart is nailed shut when I can hardly sense a trace of home in your…Sep 6, 2022Sep 6, 2022