ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)

Joined June 2022

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~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER

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Porch Frights. Content Warning.
After eleven Momma has set a new rule, stay on the stoop even if I'm soon seventeen; she's in bed with just the grey light of late night TV floating across her half-open eyes. I promise her to 'keep it down' and kiss her on the top of her head. I get it: lots can happen these days, especially over the course of a night. Think about it. What do we do when we first wake at seven a.m.? Turn on the news or now a days, turn on our phones for the latest headlines. In the course of one night there are people arrested, car accidents, tsunamis, deaths by natural causes and yes, even murders.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 months ago in Fiction
Let's Play
Hey, Larry, have you ever been to Alaska? Whaaat? Why would I go to Alaska? You crazy freak. I don't think it's so crazy, I hear the summers quite nice up there. Could take a cruise or something, right?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 months ago in Poets
Time
~ Time spins within From then to now From once to forever 'Round bits of miniscule pieces of me, you, us Time stirs winds, internal hazes ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 months ago in Poets
Judy Blue
Along the ripples, morning's silver winds blow, I can't see the other side yet I do know, that you are sitting over there worrying about me, in between
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 months ago in Poets
Old Enough; Endless Summer ~ part IX of series
Clara watched as her Aunt Pearl's taxicab pulled away from the curb and although she acted as if she was annoyed by her cousin Jolly being left home with her for the day, deep down she knew he might be needed. Truth is her bark is worse than her bite as they say. Clara remembers whispering to May, her best and only freckled faced white friend, "I ain't never bit nobody although I could give Jolly a good pinch now and then to calm his jumping bean bee-hind down."
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)7 months ago in Chapters
Tummy Aches. Content Warning.
Kneeling into you without remorse, my fingers slip right in, faint familiarity from another life; like a well chained door, securely fastened, I heed not to re-explore.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)7 months ago in Fiction
Things I Can Not Speak
Alone, so deeply longing, so deeply needing Alone, so fragile with my desires Abandoned, again, how could it be you? Alone, with your face, little child memories
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)7 months ago in Poets
Walking. Top Story - July 2025.
First steps, jubilance, second steps laughter, third steps a bit further Further from me. In the first days first steps were celebrations, smiles,
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)7 months ago in Poets
Flossie
I wished you'd Steeled your heart, like I have mine, taken them all and moved back to Memphis before it was too late, yet I'd not be the poet here.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)8 months ago in Poets
Peel Me
Potassium empowered I let the tip of my tongue touch your sweet moist mushy...stop. I can't do this: bite you? This is new to us both. You are usually covered in chocolate, hidden in a smoothie so silky and luscious: right out bite you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)8 months ago in Poets
Dear Question Mark?. Top Story - May 2025.
Dear Questioning Goddess of All Quests of Constant Second Guessing, *(Inserting NDA clause for you to sign and return or is that too pushy?)*
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)8 months ago in Journal
Wrinkled Curtains. Top Story - April 2025.
it would make sense if you were dead but you're not all the pretty memories, perhaps, maybe, would stay alive but they don't
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)10 months ago in Poets