Emmy J.M. Powell : Writing

Warpaint

Warpaint

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


Lately it seemsthat I am havinga constantunconscious warunderneath all of thismake-upbecause underneaththis slimy concealerare puffy eyesand chapped l..
I Really Miss You, You Know

I Really Miss You, You Know

A Story by Emmy J.M. Powell


I really miss you, you know.I miss the way you'd say "Macy Jean, let me see your face," and take a pastel pink fingernailed hand and tuck a bundle of ..
Finally Over

Finally Over

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


I know what it's liketo watch a momcrumble and whitheruntil her sweatwas sticking her to a hospice bedto watch her be hollowed outby starvation and de..
Firsts & Lasts

Firsts & Lasts

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


These past few months,it's been raining frequently,for these small little nodules of time,and it's as if I can hear,every little pitter patter of wate..
Old Red School Scissors

Old Red School Scissors

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


I've never cut such a straight line in my entire lifeas when I was cutting your obituaryout of the jack-knife gazetteI used my old red school scissors..
Cold

Cold

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


For years and yearsmy chest was getting colderand it was pinning my body to my bedand my head to the pillowDepression was making the tip of my nose co..
The Summer Of Stolen Days

The Summer Of Stolen Days

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


These past few months,haven't even been mineThey've been taken over,by the five stages of grief,and an unsettled stomach,rumbling with ricocheting lef..
Bad

Bad

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


I have good days and bad days,good weeks and bad weeks,and good months and bad ones.I am more often bad than good,but I will always crave to be more,t..
Three Weeks

Three Weeks

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


The night that you died,I had kissed your shoulder goodnight,and whispered that I loved you,and I left that night,angrier than I'd ever been,in my who..
Shortstack

Shortstack

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell


You're all that I can write about anymore,and I feel that this short half of a sentence,is a poem all on its own