A recipe for self-love

Music  Laughter Dog or cat Favorite shoes Loved ones   Prior to assembling your ingredients, locate your bathroom scale and full length mirror. Take your sledgehammer and go to town. Do not rest until they are no longer recognizable. They are not accurate measures of…

Junk

In the table, there is a junk drawer, An island of misfit minutiae. Are the batteries new or depleted? Scissors and tape tossed here after a gift wrapping session. A cork trivet bearing a beer logo from a bar on a faraway night. Old ink…

Prompt 3 (Poetry Marathon)

“Different People” In a world of a chaotic mind, We veer death as a common wine. Friend or foe, people versus people, Who are we to know the real reason. A long walk during summer season. An old words that we need to mention. We…

Smile

Nature is happy With every drop you save it, Let’s go and do it! @Mejia – Haiku – Hour Five  

Prompt 5: The Midnight Sea

A thousand stars light the way A thousand ways to confuse the mind Which path to take Which light to follow? Silence deafens us Except for the punctuation of the oar. The open sea The vast night sky Seek to swallow us whole. We sail…

Hour 4: Epistolary poem

Dear Mom, You would have liked to know that your old home has an activist living in it, shown by a sign promoting change that you helped start but did not have the time to finish. More than 20 years have passed now, and the…

Hour 4: The Devil in the Drapes

It took years for me to know that you were not real. Instead of brimstone and fire, you were made of light shining through the top of my curtains and my imagination. Every night before I closed my eyes, you peered down on me. Every…

4. CONVERSATIONS WITH MY BROTHER

We are at opposite sides of the world, but never apart. Distance makes fonder, the heart.   Growing up, amusing adventures, we have shared. Standing united, through thick and thin, we have dared. To school, we would walk together. a quick game of Pac-man before…

#5 Desert Low

Moon is high and full I look for you there each night a longing, a light Creosote summer road rumbles beneath tires memory of you Search for me in rain wet earth alive with answer I return in storm

no matter how you look at it

no matter how you look at it, it is still true that this cancer stretched it’s roots throughout my body. the cure almost killed me. you never saw them take my body away, and put it in the fire. now you have a portion of…