Hour 9 – Kit Kat

Hour 9 – Kit Kat   I always wondered why the man with the camera would stand in various weather conditions.   It wasn’t until he sat down out come the Pandas on roller-skates then I put two and two together   To not hear…

Cheese Toast

My sister and I sit at the red kitchen table eating cheese toast. The cheese stretches between our mouths and our toast until the rope breaks.

Hour 9: Liquorice pipe

rubbery, greenish, blackish mouth watered long and sleek of two inches upwards the long worthy trek to find you, buy you and chew on you how rewarding for a barefoot rickety girl thorns left no mark in the mind yet on the little feet tuck…

Playing Fields

I stare at my desk not knowing what to do next looking over at my friend , who seems to also be in distress “oh no” , this is going to be one huge mess I let out a sigh and begin reading the first…

12 Bird Poems

IX. The Bird Tree is in a bubble I inhabit during fleeting Vermont summers.   Perennials surround the tree and flank the observation porch a few feet away.   Squirrels, Chipmunks, and an occasional Black Bear are also attracted by the feeders.   Porch visitors comment…

Midnight (Hour #9)

23:55; all is silent — all is dark as right before the deepest hour of the night sky, the stars are sent to bed and clouds take their places. It shall rain tonight again.  

I want more of always

I asked for something fun, a line, a compliment, a joke, but “…ultimately, even the sad ones can be happy.” He’s reading my book and thinking about memories. I want my book to make men think about cunninlingus, so I guess it needs an edit….

Prompt Nine

  A Prize in Every Box Popcorn in the cupboard prompts a cascade of childhood memories— the boxes of ‘Cracker Jack’; once-a- week-treats, with a treasure in every box. Sunday brunch at The Owl’s Nest, dressing in fine clothes, carrying a purse with a gold…

Prompt Nine: Peanut Butter And Jelly

Peanut Butter and Jelly   Only Daddy made it so good. Did he create this deliciousness? I know Mom bought the Wonder Bread, the Jif Smooth Peanut Butter and Jelly.   Mom was not bad with the sandwich. But Daddy, his tasted creamier. No, Daddy…