Reflections on a Filthy Pool

The pump still works, but something’s broken. Some busted pipe under tons of concrete. Without that one little tube, nigh impossible to get at and fix, the system failed And you stopped being a swimming pool. But a pool you remained, as water shifted from…

Wool and Gossamer

Like old tattered boxes Stacked in the dusty corner Forgotten Like blue flowered plates Behind a cupboard door Waiting Like a glossy coffee table book On display Some cold As if left outdoors overnight In January Others warm As a July night Glowing with fireflies…

Modern Magicians

she does not wear a pointy hat or traverse the sky on broomstick. he doesn’t have a long white beard or brandish a mystic wand. they mix their potions bubble, steam, and fizz carefully adjusting each spell a little too green, a little too thick……

sanctus deus

there is an evil on the other side of the street – it crawls in the corners of your eyes when you sleep and it stays in the crevices between your hips every waking hour; would you do it like a child? would you go…

At Sixteen [2 – #magic]

At sixteen the world was a song and the song was exciting every day fresh, everything happening The morning dew on the grass and the sun on the street were pure magic and we shot out of our beds just go to out and see….

Letter to the Generations

Third Hour Letter to the Generations Dear New and Coming Generations, Baby Boomers, Millennials, Generation X. What will be your legacy, your history, your next? Will your mark on this planet bare fruit, or seeds of  destruction? Who will lead the nations, what standards need…

Prompt 2 – Magic: Prince Lonnie’s Birthday

King Kreskin of London A fine British chap Requested to meet with Lord Bernie Von Trapp A party in order For Prince Lonnie Lee Where magic and mayhem were certain to be “I’ll get right on it, sire.” And then in a flash Bernie sent…

Moonlight Magic (Prompt 2, Hour 2)

The moonlight shimmered a path across the lake, A secret that few were brave enough to take.. There were stories though, of once upon a time, When people disappeared without a trace, Some say they lost their minds. The wind whispered its secret, rustling through…

2. Cancer

2. CANCER I see her face, once expressive, now pallid and pensive. I see her eyes, persuasive and bright, now full and dark with fright.   Her hair, once full, now gone, energy depleted, night and morn. She worries for her children n family, How…

Hour 1

Summer Bucket List (2019) cry more in public meaning: open your eyes and see more, hear more, be more (honest) they help water the cracks in your heart or maybe an ocean is more fitting to describe this heart that is always flowing maybe the…