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An etheree poem — Breathe. Just breathe. Keep breathing while you still can. As long as you may and as strong as you can while the breath in you remains, with oxygen filling your lungs, your lifeblood pumping through arteries and vessels gasping for the Breath of Life. Jupiter Grant is a self-published author…

A long-overdue update — Life can be a funny thing, a twisty-turny road, and lightning bolts can strike one down without a moment’s warning. The unexpected ups and downs impede the river’s flow and soon we find ourselves immersed, and prey to violent storming. Thus it has been for me of late, and even…

I don’t know exactly where I’m going or what I’ll find when I get there — I sit at the terminal waiting for a flight that will carry me onward to pastures unknown and an uncertain future, with strange new adventures, unfamiliar views. The knot in the pit of my belly is tight, my fear of the journey ahead is intense, for change can be fright’ning, as everyone…

Sky Collection Prompt #31: Cycles of Darkness — A serpent shedding and discarding old and roughened skin, I clear away the debris on both outside and within, to start again afresh, reborn, all shiny and pristine, and give my grey and tarnished self a bold new healthy sheen. And yet there is a lot of me that’s lost…

Reflecting on the current moment through an early-morning etheree poem series… — I’m immersed in quicksand, gasping for air — quite literally! The quagmire of travail drags me down and smothers me. Working hard but to no avail, I feel as though I am drowning deep, Trapped in a bog from which there’s no release. And yet there are actually good things…

A quick limerick and a longer spiel by way of explanation — A writer/ narrator called Grant would love to be writing, but can’t. She is plying her trade getting audios made, thus her time on this platform’s been scant! (She’s looking forward to coming back, though!) Hello, everyone. I just wanted to explain my recent absence from Medium, and to thank…

An unstoppable natural force — Tears of salty shame, the signs of pain emerging from leaking tear ducts. Little floodgates opening as the levee starts breaking With thanks to Sahil Patel for creating this poetry prompt challenge: New Poetry Challenge Alert For all the poets and fiction writersmedium.com Day 19’s prompt is to “write a poem about an incident that forced you to cry no matter…

Your labels will not stick to me — Your definitions, the labels you put on me, are your truths not mine for I’m my own to define, and I don’t need your labels. Who I am is me. Give me the freedom to exist, not words to oppress, and simply let me be me, undefined and amorphous. With…