TashInTheClouds

"For all such moments,
          one must eventually smile."
          
          A new poem in Bedtime Prophecies.

'Goodness, No'. A new poem in Bedtime Prophecies.
          
          "the re-glossed, chipped nails
          of indoctrination,
          scarified at the altar
          of good housekeeping"

'Matia Mou'. A new poem in Bedtime Prophecies.
          
          "I swallowed an unknown 
          offering in blindness —
          acceptance, like justice,
          blindfolded."

Wow, that's a great book. You have a lot of talent, and you should get more readers and reviews. Are you open to receiving some ideas to improve your book performance?

"I ain’t doin nothin’ phony, hun
          apart from this dependence,
          
          with a coffee to dull the hunger pangs,
          warm the lips
          with something halfway decent
          enough to wonderful;
          erase my gnawing ennui."
          
          You know where to find my poetry.

"Hanging up Pollock posters
          against the fraying wallpaper of blue,
          I remarked on our New York City dreams,
          now a continent askew."

"A liquid coolness for my lissomeness;
          a vessel of myself, your hostess —
          the House-Trained Polemist No.3."

Holy crap, Wattpad. I could almost read something through the advertisements. 

In addition to my new poems, I am slowly curating my way through my older works, pulling them out of 'draft' status from my Bedtime Prophecies collection.  I hope that you will enjoy them.
          
          Aroha nui,
          Tash

Provenance is a trick,
          a tailor-made tale for the tourist
          that flock, to gawk
          at my vacillations.