In the morning I will *redacted* *redacted* *redacted* *redacted* even though I am alone I will check with my elderly neighbor and see if she would like to *redacted* *redacted* even though she is alone In the morning I will remember when we were…

Hour 9   The moon has always been here Watching us change the earth Seeing us try to capture beauty  And we see the moon as beauty Try to show its likeness on paper On film On clay On any media we can use For…

Prompt 14

TOO Too open? Too vulnerable? Too real? Not enough love? Not enough laughter? Not enough trust? No past? No future? No present? Frantically searching the in-between Of my existence

Piano on the pavement I don’t know how to play But I can dance and prance around On the painted lines on the ground Create a symphony just for myself With the only concern being… A potential traffic accident?

“Redacted”   taking back words is harder once spoken   written, they can be ~scratched out   typed, they can be  ~ deleted   in pencil, the canc be ~ erased   yet, once spoken they cannot be unheard   or lost forever words never…

Sitting beside a window, sipping my cup of tea, wondering to myself, how life could have been. If words were left unsaid, worries left our nest, if we never just met, how life could have been. Looking at the stars, while the moon stared at…

You could be facing puke brown walls, back to the cage bars and booted key holders, envisioning apertures, sunlight piercing the dank air, and dirty, fluorescent, flickering dying light.   And you might lie in a meadow, floating atop a bed of purple coneflower, fireweed,…

“You ~f…..~ bitch, you are not welcome Only respectable people live here” She heard them and looked one last time At that house that she had once called home She felt tempted to show them ~her middle finger~ The Respectable respect they spoke about Was…