Precious Time

As bells that chime Only a little while On the face of time We are but a smile Precious youth comes and goes Precious time slips by Seeming like no one knows Where it went or why Jobs take much of our lives Leaving little…

Curse of the Apple Crisp – HOUR 9

I searched in my cupboard for a food that brought up a childhood memory but nothing worked. I’m descended from a long line of omnivores. I’m a boomer whose mom cooked with canned foods and processed flours, every kind of fat, and she baked a…

Hour 9 – Camping Somewhere for Some Reason

I scrape the remains of roasted marshmallow from my fingertips with greedy teeth and ignore the dirt of unwashed hands that comes with it. Someone hums a campfire song; I’ll still remember the words when I’m thirty. Fingernails fill with dried sweat and sunscreen as…

Alphabet Soup: Hour #9

A is for the aisle I wandered in Dollar General with a  basket in my hands: Alphabet Soup stood there, waiting for me. Closing my hands around the can, I took another three, then the remaining four. Different friends came to mind with Each passing…

Cold Lonesome

House, alone on a snow-swept plain. No foundation. You know the wind chills the floor. No neighbors. I hope there are books, authors, and characters with whom to converse, and Ideas to mull. No garden. Could a vegan live here? Surely, there’s a dog. I…

Prompt 9 – Childhood Fluff

the inspo:  Marshmallow fluff meringue sticky sweet on my tongue dissolve like childhood promises and lingering kisses on the lips of memories 

prompt #9: tea and memory

My grandsons ask for tea ~ Tea, GiGi! Tea! They like it English fashion: hot black tea with milk & sugar served in a Beatrix Potter cup. The way my own two sons drank it the way I drank it as a young woman long…

Hour 9: Ink

I have to start afresh each time the ink blots and another pen takes its own life The words will not flow from the deceased carcass of my companion in strife “But there are only so many pages you can turn” I tell myself “Only…

The Other Side of the Bridge

The Other Side of the Bridge   When both of my husbands were alive, we spent Thanksgiving together,   our feast culminating with an extended walk across the Tacoma Narrows bridge.   The two of them paused beside an iron railing so I could take…

Text Prompt -Poem Nine Plantain Chips

Plantain Chips Plantain chips here I come My favourite snack at large The drier it is the better it is made from plantain Yellow when ripe Green when unripened you slice it into different shapes Some cubes some circles Some quite elongated and sliced Plantain…