Do Not Fuck With My Wife
I mean, not in that seedy-dive-bar-dude-in-flannel-leers-at-my-wife-
kind of way.
No, no, no, I mean: Do Not Fuck With My Wife.… Read More Do Not F*ck with My Wife
It kept on following me
No matter how long or how fast I ran
Pinched myself a thousand times
In hope of waking up from this nightmare… Read More Shadows of My Past
Can I just write
About something beautiful
Not educational or earth-shattering
Just a smattering
Of word paint
Watercolor for the soul
Like a sunset or fruit bowl
The sound of nothingness
While looking at the stars
Or the deafening roar of a waterfall
Drowning out the dark… Read More Watercolor for the Soul
My anxieties are always chasing the future.
Frustration grows as I know
I will never leave the present… Read More The Gift of Presence
I was called home to gain my wings.
It was scary on Earth.
So full of darkness.
Thank you for being my light.
I’m no longer hurting.… Read More Sarah Pletcher Poetry
You are yellow to me.
Sunny, happy, bright.
A little too bright.
A little piercing.
A little blinding.… Read More Yellow
I wrote my poem Summer Haze last spring as an ode to my childhood in Somerville, Massachusetts. Raised in the Mystic Housing Projects as a child, I spent summer days playing outside from morning till night. … Read More Summer Haze on Canvas
The Child Finder moves effortlessly. I couldn’t wait until I had free moments to read this book. … Read More The Child Finder
In another life
we walk the streets in daylight
side by side holding hands… Read More In Another Life
She walked right passed him.
He who was a King.
It hadn’t been intentional.
And as he straightened his crown; flexing his pectorals.
Hoping that the sun’s rays would hit his kingly.… Read More She was Manifesting.