Prompt #3

Smile wide, shoulders straight, stand tall, hands on your hips, chin high.  gaze low. Walk like you have everything going for you  right here in this moment, All eyes on you. Sit with your legs folded, nod politely, speak only when spoken to, tie your…

almost full

searching for the address of the moon   i glanced away from the road awashed in my headlights turned my head left   she was there making the grey clouds shine   unquestioning   i don’t need a map i can trust my instincts to…

Night Owls

The heat from the sun lingers after dark, When the owls and foxes come out to play. When you hear the town go silent. When there is not a single life force in sight, is when WE come out to stay!

From Above

Viewed from above, the beauty of the ocean is a lie that stretches as far as the eye can see. A painting or a photo: flat and continuing past the frame’s edge. Hidden from above, the beauty of the ocean revealed. Reflecting sunlight conceals the…

Petal on a rose

When a drop of rain. Falls on a rose It melts the petal. Just like our life.   When a petal of our life. Falls from a tear. Falls on a rose Rose was from a love that is gone.   Drop of rain falls….

Ode to the Color of the Sea When Green

A frothy green rushes down the Skagit, and later, that same hue streams high up the Nooksack. Then a wall of the sea, lacy with the sheen of glaciers—— same tint. Same lush emotion overwhelmed. The blue sea, the teal, the gray are mute by…

Elevation

Hidden under layers of sorrow runs tears unforgiven by passing years. Walking with a piece of hope staring off into a gaze reflection of many forgotten faces still straving to be glam and pacing to live steady. A river flooded slowly runs dry as warmth…

Hour 3–High Desert Claim

If I could speak I’d remind you that I started out fresh shelter to youth the boy still shiny working fences above the tree line He stayed too long thought he could keep the wind from his heart but it tore right through Funny thing…

Fragments of Ocean Memories

  Three Dabbling in the surf with an baby-sized insta-friend A wave too small to boogie board Tumbles us. Sand in my eyes and nose. Salt broth duking it out with oxygen Battling for trachea space. I can’t find up or down. Insta-friend gurgles and…