torn pages from a Christie mystery scattered on a hardback chair, cracked wine glass dripping blood red drops of wine on the oak floor, she left in haste running away from the scene of crime. the space where her happiness wilted and almost died. now…

They nailed the law of the land to their withered oaks Toasted with wine glasses, shattered in celebration upon the pavement of promise Red wine/ red blood Spilling/mingling While the old ones continued knitting the fabric of forgotten ways to bind and heal our broken…

dormant chills of night kiss nocturnal auroras- glimmering fireflies

Prompt: a poem with chosen key words. Cheddar cheese, You and me, With the wine glass under our oak tree… A secret little hardback hides a gift for thee — One sunflower; Bright with glee.

My wine glass sits On a pavement hot As the sunflower grows tall I bite my nail As I sit in a place Where I see a shaded Oak But I cannot leave where I am at For my cheddar cheese sandwich Has me wishing…

how the mirror becomes a window a door into the sky     wings unnecessary the way I dreamed of flying soaring miles above the earth below somewhere that felt like home a place I never knew until too late until I held moving boxes…

I skip barefoot across the pavement, Ignoring your warnings. “Watch for nails!” you cry. But when the sunflowers are in bloom, I am invincible, and the oak tree keeps calling my name. I dance in the space beneath its boughs and tell stories of princesses…

Prompt 2 The earth was crusty and sickly and pale Her tresses were knotted, her breath was stale And she burned with such burning alarm Her songs were silent, such deathly calm But through her grasses, there flew a whisper Blew a whistle, to gently…

Knitting together thoughts found in other people’s hardback novels, wine glass poised as if to say, “Oh! Not me, dear!”   And in that small insufferable space I wonder how the hell I said yes to happy hour when I know you only drink white…

Blunt must go! A quotation found on the pages of Agatha Christie A murder mystery with no motive But that’s absurd, the other characters shout How can you have a murder with no motive How can you seek comfort from the pages of a book…