Lightbulb Ideas flash I hear the beat of the streat underground like a beet The tremor of bass beneath my feet I carry the jacket of jackin and packin shelltoes, cellphones, elcos, elbows, hellnos melrose, eggrolls deathrows. Rolling in buckets a box full of fuckets…

Give us your children when you don’t know them anymore. Give us the eye rolling masses obsessed with making it new by remixing the old. We’ll force them to read and question everything they think they know – since they think they know everything. You’re…

Depositories some homes have no closets. everything is piled upon the furniture or floors. tossed and scattered, old mixing with new and no boundaries or labels as to whom it belongs. chaotic seasonings, where things can be hidden in plain sight. some hearts are rife…

HOUR 10 THE WALK I am not a great walker, I park as close to destinations as possible. So when I heard about the 39-mile Marathon Walk I laughed. But I reconsidered. It was the Avon Walk for Breast cancer –worthy cause, and I was…

the poem is not the emotion, the dark mouth swallowing your yolk-burst heart, it is not the icy tongue around your neck. it is a remnant. we write it down dumbly the same way we worship a god who one day will destroy us with…

Prompt: Humorous account of workplace I am settling into a new role in life, Taking on the mantle of reading tutor. Sharing my passion for words and stories, With lovely, eager boys and girls Wearing big bright smiles And wanting so much to please. I…

Wasn’t I born for my profession? Search and seize have been my forte Ever since I have been an imp. Would catch a cockroach or two Examine them minutely Wondered why they breathed their last in my hands Garden flies, butterflies, hot kitchen vessels Nothing…

There are Skeletons in my closet Not the kind you may think There are Ghosts in my closet Not the kind that haunt your dreams There are Monsters in my closet Not the kind from your childhood They’re all waiting in my closet because ITS…

I had nothing to say about the prompt for this hour… so I wrote what I wanted to…   Am I the Mistake   I understand now That you were right, I was your mistake.   That doesn’t mean It was in any way On…

Bling bling Oh my what a shiny little gem for your neck, your wrist and finger Welcome to the shop called bling bling jewellers where I tell you “Give ’em a try”