He read the quiet ether lingering for impulse entrancing moved the keys but her ribs played his notes   her ribs played his notes she invited knowing fingers gathering a fist of music palmed gently like a bird   clean wood shone her ribs played…

Time goes on day by day Seconds pass by one none held at bay Sixty comes a minute goes Each minute passes another sows Till 60 come and an hour grows Hours one through twenty-four One day is done and out the door   Time…

Temperatures high and fierce nothing fleecing only pain in here truth will never cease less anger over there. All rights reserved copyrighted(c)2017 Roxann A Harvey

Hour Four: Magic Windows by willjxn on a wall in every room, windows where we look to groom. magic windows to our view— little Miss, and Grandpa too.   magic windows to our view— see the people me and you. see them mimic everything— every…

I struggled with this hour’s prompt so have gone off prompt again. I was trying to write about my dinner, which was in the oven cooking, so I gave up on that but wrote this little poem about visiting the sweet shop (candy store) at…

Oh how my inner being shakes, Like how the earth trembles in earthquakes. Inside me beating so loud and fast Are unsaid thoughts I cannot cast. My feelings sweep me like a gale, And I am moved deep within. But forceful wind did not let…

Asmodeus VCS He sat alone Under the heat of a thousand suns Under the desert Where he had been thrown Hunched with his arms Hugging his warty, broken legs He had turned to stone Buried under dunes of sand from the long, long ago There…

Love the lord or get the fuck out of my house. I conceded and remembered wading in a pool of water the size of a backend of a sauna and cloudy with a dead rat floating by with roaches trailing behind. I baptism thee in…

I never knew… How much I had to give~ When I thought: Am I so empty?   I never knew… How much you felt for me~ When I thought: Couldn’t I ask you?   I never knew… How much of you was mine~ When I…

the only difference between a weed and a flower is intention.  flowers that pop up where you did not plan for them are either weeds or volunteers depending on your perception and you never planned on me being here.   you tore me down but…