NaPoWriMo #30
I wake up to the sound
of heavy rain landing
in puddles on the ground
the dog snores then exhales
I push myself up
from the comfort of a bed
that loves me more than
this weather ever could
10 hours ahead of me
screening and registering
patients, and the beat
goes on . . .
I am sharing this here too. If any young ones here are active users on Medium or want to be, this could be the challenge for you:
This is a call for submissions and your second challenge of this year. Young Minds of Medium — this is it! I am looking for work from the young writers here on Medium, ages 15–25. Submissions will be reviewed and posted on Mondays and Fridays during the first two weeks of May. I want to hear from you. I want to feel, connect with, and fall in love with the words you would like to share with the world. Currently, we are dealing with Coronavirus COVID-19, a global pandemic affecting hundreds of countries.
To say that a change is recognizable in everyone I know and love is an understatement. This particular challenge centers around what you’ve lost or miss most because of it.
I am certain we all miss being able to meet and greet our friends and family members — to hug them, kiss them, and simply lay hands on them. Maybe you miss going to the movies? The bookstore? Having a fun-filled day in the park complete with a picnic or a game of basketball. Or, suppose you’d like to write about the loss of a loved one due to the virus or during this pandemic & your struggles with grieving because of it. What do you miss most? How has this pandemic changed you?
Poetry
Micropoetry
Fiction (no more than 850 words)
Non-fiction (no more than 850 words)
And, your heart. ❤
•You will need to be a current user on Medium for this challenge. Request to be added as a writer by emailing me at acorneredgurl[at]gmail[dot]com with “Please Add Me” as the subject line/title. In the body of the email, please include a link to your Medium profile. For the young ones, ages 15–25 already contributing to ACG, please submit your work in draft-form directly to A Cornered Gurl for review, scheduling, and/or publishing. You can submit twice per week, your works will be published on Monday and Friday of that week.
Please have a suitable image for your work with notable credit to its source/artist (Please include the link!). You can find plenty of great images via Unsplash, Pixabay, and Pexels. If you are the source for your image, please caption that.
Please subtitle your entries “Young Minds of Medium Missed Things Call” and tag your pieces with the following: “Growth” & “Pandemic.” CHALLENGE SUBMISSION BEGINS NOW!
The start date for publishing the YMOM pieces is Friday, May 01, 2020, and the end date is Monday, May 18, 2020. Other contributors to ACG, please, no worries. You can submit as you normally would to A Cornered Gurl and your work will be published as well, however, a total of six pieces will be published on Mondays and Fridays for all other writers, leaving the floor wide open for our young ones. I hope you will understand and accept this.
*Please remember that A Cornered Gurl is a read-for-all community and there will be no metered paywall or locked pieces published here.
Thank you.
Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.
NaPoWriMo #29
squirrels click clack on the roof
and race to each side
a scramble to catch ass?
Mother Nature moves on &
the way of life presents itself
in sync with spring.
morning-afternoon delight
without my consent.
little tree climbers
not as sneaky
as I thought,
public sexshow. #Poetry— 𝔸 ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕣𝕝 (@trEisthename) April 29, 2020
NaPoWriMo #28
some people build their lives
on tearing down others
their world, full of torment
and bad tastes in their mouths.
I steer clear, stay in my lane,
and only swerve when they’re
nowhere in sight.
I’m damage control,
controlling how much damage
enters my life. #NaPoWriMo #Poetry— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 28, 2020
my four-legged love sits
at the top of my chair
wasting her old breaths
in my ears.
this spoiled, ageless baby
encourages me, loves me, likes me . . .
keeps my sanity where it should be.
I listen to her low-growl
at the neighbor’s kids while
they play tag outside our window.
she steadies every opposition
with a calculated pace.
they hear her and look up.
the day’s shenanigans will
wait until tomorrow.
she slides down to
the seat of the chair,
buries her cold nose
into the warm cushion,
and waits for me to nod
in approval.
I look up from my book
and smile a welcoming smile.
“Good girl.”
she sleeps for three hours
A Cornered Gurl 
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