Beginning and End   Only Ruses Ignite Orion’s Night

A collection of plastic and string and wings; part stick insect, part sailboat, walking kinetic sculptures from the realm of fantasy moving up and down the beaches unsupervised and avoiding the water with no technology at all.   Just stored energy applied to actions, like…

water slaps featherless bottoms, tiny mammals chewing on pine cones predators not learning how to swim or hunt, are they waiting to be eaten? bigger versions, still no fur, elders paddle with long limbs, looking at the ones at shore, maybe floating to lure food….

The blaze was lava alive Eating and laughing its winding dancing devious way through your life of things Just things Cry for your charred china Lament over your lost Lexus Search and sift through the ashes for family photos Forgotten faces in faded frames Burnt…

The laws of gravity don’t hold here –feet float unless tethered – to a box, a table, a window frame. I am stretched out, thinned by the space’s curve,   the loss of earth’s reliable time. Tick, tock, there is nothing to be done, held…

Guard Dogs   When Papaw Kidd died, he left two dogs behind. They sat on his porch, staring at trees, waiting for family to come   and clean out his closet stuffed with overalls and white shirts and dirty boots. One German Shepherd, one Cocker…

Curious and delicious dreams I delivered Lick me, bite me, eat me, I’m yours Bruised and worn Tattered and Torn Discarded with ease Like a fragrant French cheese Come back, Alice, come back! Longing for your touch, I wait Earth to earth, spore to spore…

The first time I met you I drowned in the blue of your eyes, in the ocean of their blue. The smile you flashed me set fire to my soul. My desire of your heart lies in having the joy of loving you, of holding…

To the factory or sign on, I chose boxes over tick boxes bubble-wrap instead of hoops.   Through the drop down concertina to shop-floor beyond where sat a corner office man in headphones so tight they split his cork-screw perm like a butterfly cake, Fender…

a forest painted on a glazed china cup is no less lifeless than a forest choked by auto exhaust. prompt 20