Sitting on a barrier made of concrete. Scrolling on his phone, no one on the street. The phone his only friend, he looks at it by the hour. Loneliness invades and makes his life so sour.

M.M.I.W Murdered, Missing Indigenous Women (2nd poem)   Missing sisters, wives and Mothers are taken and Injured vicious While internally screaming in agaony.

Grace slipped in beside me  tonite. She’s not on a schedule but I always like it when she comes Reminding me of the beauty in the day And most often showing me another way

I feel I feel everything, I feel you, I feel this, I feel emptiness, I feel sadness, I feel nauseous, I feel contagious, I feel it coming, a feeling of nonsense about a world that has nothing good to offer but a war field, where…

The Muses are being elusive again, like they want to hide from me or something. Don’t they know I know their strategies? Don’t they see how important they are? Why do they hide behind the trees? In the cupboard? Why do they look at me…

Here    am. Blind in   . Trying something. stress? Nerves,    , hope? React   Reach   …. Can     help in place of thought.

I. What am I? Not everyone should be here. Piss-poor prose proves it. A life of homework and hormones, judge and jury, mom and mistress, tour guide to mind-travels, opening doors, smacking the knuckles of form, and crushing hopes, time, and progress, sometimes, and at…

Neptune September 1846 The home of possibly an ocean, but likely not A place where a day is only 16 hours but a trip takes 165 years if headed in a ellipse Where diamond rain may be an occurrence Icy crystals in a frozen tundra…

Hour 6 used marathon prompt   I stand on the edge and stare down Stare into the worlds beyond Each of the other places so far The other worlds floating around  Or maybe it’s our world that moves But that’s not the point The point…

We hear it so often, it almost doesn’t register anymore; how could it when it’s drowned out by everything else?