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ROCK*s EDGY WINNERS. Top Story - March 2026.
See that rainbow? Let there be lots of gold, good health and peace for us all. ROCK is so pleased with your entries; it was tough so I called in a PhD. of Library Science from New Zealand, a well read and published professor of poetry from Canada as well as some random/anonymous readers from L.A., NYC, USA and all the way to Lisbon, London plus other EU friends from all walks of life. I, of course, made the final decision which was extremely difficult. I wish I had the pot of gold to give you all a decent tip!
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)8 months ago in Poets
Motherhood Is Pain
I wake up many times at night There’s darkness, crying, pain… Please don’t bite me again! The day starts: more crying. I turn the light on, He sees it’s me. His eyes light up, His gums show up, His tiny hands stretch all high up. He grabs me tight. A bit too tight. Pinches every inch of my skin that he can reach. Refusing to lie down for a diaper change. Oh, a cuddle break! So sweet… Or was it just an excuse to pull my hair? Please put Mama’s glasses down! The whole day, I’m running around with him Too lazy to crawl, too eager to sit He wants to walk holding my hands: my back feels broken! With aching joints, I don't feel like a person anymore. Sneeze, Burp, Cough? In Mama’s face. Food, snot, unmentionable fluids? On Mama’s clothes. And before bed? A lot more crying. But also A lot more than crying. There’s biting, scratching, punching... And I know, I think I know, He's not doing it on purpose But it still hurts. Sometimes motherhood just hurts! Yet when I see that gummy smile My heart feels fuller than it ever has.
By Sasha Desideri8 months ago in Poets
