Robert Frost I’m a little bit lost When the road did diverge I chose straight, not merge

NAS Prompt 5   Peter, years later, receiving his last meal from a guard   The Guard says:  Here, (as he slams the bowl of over-aged olives down) Your friends are telling people all around that you CHOSE the upside down cross. You follow a dead…

NAS Prompt 4:  A Romantic Wedding   Romantic wedding brings family and friends, Buddhists and Catholics and others, together Outdoor ceremony with September’s gentle rain cooled and refreshed, didn’t linger Microphone announces  poets, flutist, readings, and we thank all guests for their part And these…

The silence that I have decided to use on you is the voice of reason that I have finally heard @ Renee Avard-Furlow June 13 2015

I learned that fear will get me nowhere and the simple art of raising my middle finger to someone or an idea or an object, makes me not so fearful anymore. I learned that not everyone is going to like me I learned that not…

NAS  Prompt 2 I wake to a greeting: “Good Morning” I am a happy and devoted Child of God, and one of his gifts to me is a husband who greets me with words in a tone that is pleasant.   Later the day, a…

Your warm voice is the secret passage to your heart. Is your frankness or your smile that made me love you?   Is your light or even your shadows that aroused my interest? However, I am not complete without you and I want you here,…

Waiting … we are always waiting, watching and tracking the time The time is passing and we are steady, unsure of what’s next until the time comes or until we find our day in our thoughts and within our desires Until we find a reason not…

Beyond the courtyard and beyond the gardens Lay the wall of stone that is hardened. Fashioned of stone, blood, sweat and tears, It is a monument of many past years.   Just beyond this ancient gate the real world is in await. Time moves forward…

His Wife, His Marriage I sit in his bedroom and in his home. Now, he orders me to cook and wash his dishes.   I am Crocodile I wait in the blue burqa of water For my time to surge up and bite my jailer’s…