A. Laying seven eggs in the A of the Walgreen’s sign City birds get by   B. Nestled in the rafters of a high-rise parking garage City birds still sing   C. The songs of city birds Sound every bit as sweet As on lovely…

They call this city, Dirty The shitty, Too busy, Crowded … Shrouded in media spin. Tourists expect rude, Crude … City of sin! We are not without guilt; No doubt … We were built, of cement! We never sleep, ours dreams … we will keep….

Ghost Karma Episode 1 San Francisco, 1949 Tommy walks down his street And is mugged by David Dex Local criminal Tommy tries to fight David ran Ran far away Ran to his house Tommy tried to get up But realised he was dead

  Prompt 26 – Hour 21 The prompt this hour is simple: write a poem about an animal. It can be from the animal’s perspective, or from your perspective The sky darkens, the wind blows The peacock feathers bloom like a rose… Droplets pitterpatter on…

Would that I could become my own totem, a fantastical blend of all traits I admire in one creature, new to the earth. I would have the stoicism and steadfast strength of the bear, shuffling through my days safe in the certainty that none would…

The next day I find myself Much the same Only completely different As the day before So go the weeks Months Years of life Past, present Future The big questions answered Without much ado (Post Marathon bonus, Book 99, #19339)

Once on the Interstate in downtown Atlanta I saw a goose — a beautiful Canada goose — trapped against the concrete barrier that separated North from South.   I saw him in a blur as I whizzed by at 80. Alive, terrified, he pressed himself…

Second Fight episode 2 Midway Strike! Sixteen assassins faced Superkick Superkick’s kick was amazing One assassin kicked into a van Another into a computer Superkick knocked out assassin Y6 Y6 woke tied to a chair Dasher questioned him Superhero Element, who controls the elements Froze…

I slip through the undergrowth, Ears pricked, tensed. The world goes silent around me. I can smell the aftershave, Hear the deep voice locked In muscled throat, he struts. I wait. Whiskers tremble, pupils widen As day melts to night. He slowly slips to sleep……

They are the babies, at first, they were two, then we gained a few, now they are a crew! If you feed some more, these felines take the door. You’d think they are poor! They are well-fed and sly! This backyard feral group, coming for their…