XII. God Said

  God said I’m sending you on a lonely mission this time. It’s gonna be scary, you might well feel lost, but here: and He handed me a guitar. I might have liked a gun better, or a peaceful sleep, but nope. He gave me…

Poem 12

Chapter 12: Initiation   Next place, Uphill Running and running Gray-green skies Tan dead grass Scraggly trees.   Never night Never morning’s light Always hazy early evening.   A well, a tree. Walk on. A well, a tree. Walk on. A well, a tree.  …

Hour Twelve: Dusk

  Dusk The full moon takes her throne over the lake Shines her glory over its surface, to its depths Crowns the canopy Arouses fresh panic in tiny creatures prey for owls and bats      

The Tropical Moon

A tropical moon, giant and orange, spread a canopy of light across the lake, dwarfing the people on the pier. Two kids in a jeep came around the corner and panicked at the glorious sight and then drove off the road. The boy’s life was…

Heart on sleeve

So I will wear my heart on my sleeve And give it to the boy who passes by me He will notice not and go away And I’ll cry my eyes out all night all day I’ll sabotage him of breaking my heart I’ll try…

The Avalanche is just the Beginning, C

Avalanche. A peek. To the top. The view is amazing. About to leap once more, deeper into this fantasy. Pan out ~ See how the Hawk C’s Well grounded, yes, and Bliss. Well rounded, maybe, it’s all opinion. Trusting in self and those around. Trusting…

Prompt 11: The Mark of the Wanderer

I was a simple man Gentle–really Couldn’t bear the cries of the lambs at the slaughter So much largesse, the earth Generous in her gifts bounteous fruits, ripe and round as a mother’s bosom.   My brother–he was the brute in his dominion over the…

Cluck (10)

Cluck For Uncle Clarence Uncle, remember the boy next door The summer we came to visit? The Jamaican boy with the cocoa-brown skin And the ocean blue eyes He took that ten speed everywhere, too fast I was only nine years old but he introduced…

Writing

I can’t think of anything o write so I am writing this.       this

HOUR 12 Moon Dittie

MOON DITTIE Glory to the moon that shines above shooting its  beams to the lake below.   Make no  mistake it may not always be there.   Don’t panic my friend, I hear Gods got a spare.