monologue – Page 2 – Wordflower Poetry

wonga pigeon in a backyard

Biofall 23 February 202626 February 2026

Poem for Renee Good –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed, You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026

Fked by the patriarchy Again and Again – we take the chairs, we send the phones, we pay the theft and we say NO, fk that! 20 February 202620 February 2026

Three poems on dying 17 February 202617 February 2026

Self-love for the win / An Elly Army 12 February 202615 February 2026

I Am Pretty Sure Those are the Same Cops I Saw Dragging a Disabled Woman Across the Pavement By Her Dislocated Arm A Few Years Ago 8 February 2026

Appropriation better cease / Letter it 7 February 20267 February 2026

acoustic guitar, microphone and a couple of computers on a small desk in the background, like a home recording studio setup

Creative crush 4 February 20267 February 2026

elevator sign from Japan, with Japanese and an English translation "please refrain from talking" and an emoji type image, in white reversed out in a blue circle, of a person with index finger to their lips

In defence of the humanity of the listener in the Era of Monologue 🔊➡️🔊👂and a reminder to myself to pipe down and listen, for pity’s sake 2 February 202624 February 2026

Defrag / Unflag 31 January 202631 January 2026