Prompt For Hour Nineteen “Welcome home,” the butcher says to the meat I return “Thank you,” I tell the online shopping window Fingers “excuse me?!” a warm glass “Have a nice day,” the cold night replies “Pardon me,” I lied “How are you?” she never…

Prompt for Hour Eighteen A confusing dog roams among us making us laugh into others’ eyes or hate others laughing; Oh sweet cur, go lap someplace else, go slobber into another’s soup, we need you not here. Your need to bark should stay silent. Your…

Prompt for Hour Seventeen This poem has broken my heart Before it has even begun We could have gone on, awhile We could have been Yet nothing was As nothing is

as we stand listening to another band your arm draped across my shoulders you gently touch my hair and caress my neck I lean into your chest, your chin rests on my head, as the music joins us, my heart flutters with joy

pen to paper, thoughts flowing from my brain, escape poems create themselves

sunlight breaks the clouds shining down on me, as I garden, hands in dirt

it’s late, the house is quiet lying in bed, my mind wanders to memories from my childhood… late nite whispers with my sister, drives with my parents on Sundays, trips to the State Fair & the county fair, Working in the yard, or the garden…

his fingers stroke the strings the guitar sings the melody the music creeps into my head the lyric goes straight to my heart filling me totally, an endless feeling, coursing through my veins… my mind reading the melody converting it to colors and light reducing…

When FDR declared the nation had only fear to fear, He never had a gun to his head, Ballistaphobia never had a cobra hood opened at his bare legs Ophidiaphobia or strolled past the body of a jumper from a Manhattan 32 story high rise,…

(Just realized this one never uploaded) When FDR declared the nation had only fear to fear, He never had a gun to his head, Ballistaphobia never had a cobra hood opened at his bare legs Ophidiaphobia or strolled past the body of a jumper from…