ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)

Joined June 2022

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~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/Her

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Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about 8 hours ago in Fiction
Window
Delicate orchid White as the snowflakes falling Titmouse flutters by
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)8 days ago in Poets
Of All Things
In the barn there is little sunlight Chickens should have fresh air, sunshine is optimal After all, they provide for me eggs daily, their life my hobby
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)10 days ago in Poets
Unaccounted Dreams
Lydia sat on the edge of the sofa, never completely relaxed nor ready for anything either. She sipped tea politely listening to Erika's mumbling. Money on the brain. That's all she thinks of. Lydia knew they had everything needed or could ever want, but no, Erika always wanted more.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)13 days ago in Fiction
Keep Practicing
BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! ~Keep practicing! Well one day you just might be a, um..a writer? It truly means so much to me to have such heartfelt insights from the side-lines from unknown sources. Sorcerers? Smiley face! Gots to smile! Let's see what ole Rock can do about this.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)14 days ago in Humor
Bartender. Top Story - February 2026.
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)15 days ago in Poets
Northern Enlightenment
~ Light in the coldest of times seeps across frozen marshland; the rocky terrain beneath my feet reminds me of the spring which shall come, whether I live to see it or not. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)24 days ago in Poets
Hearts
Cascades of hours spent with you Golden chantarelles woven through Our cherished, lush, warm days Moss cushioned love in a spiralling haze
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 months ago in Poets
Madness
Without guidance you've silently lit a world beneath, beholden, betrothed Rhiannon, for before us were dens of lions, sparsely clad warriors, demons and deaths, births and poisons yet you promised us to divinity~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Poets
Seeking. Top Story - October 2025.
Within the density of feral memories, light seeps through the forest roof Sun piercing through thick, heavy firs, splattering spits of hope
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Poets
Mourning Mr. Chavis
Mornin' Mr. Chavis! He always stood there, right there on that corner by the market, always in a dark suit and a well pressed shirt. Remember? He wore a fancy brimmed hat and used a walking cane. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 months ago in Humans
Ku-High
I am a Haiku Honestly, I am not good But I do like leaves
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)5 months ago in Poets