A half a million visitors with a million feet loving the meadow to death now march in step to the photo op of the magical carved granite They liked to ride on my back still, the small people, when we walked these planks. The body…

Japanese Beetle, you buzz my head as if to say “Ha! Farmer! Your organic concoction cannot kill me! I shall eat your figs and gnaw upon your melons! I shall flay your squash like an armored green warrior upon soft sand. Watch in awe as…

walkway a waterfall’s whisper a glimmer of fishes a duck’s joyous landing a bobcat’s silent paws ©Ardelle Hollis Ray

S o what if we are apart, We will always share, just one single heart. The separation we are bearing, Will one day prove to be fruiting.   I still remember the moments that we shared, And how unknowingly  you have always cared. Your small…

There’s a monster in the mist Dark shape looming Arms reaching Teeth snapping Coming through our world from lands unknown Roots in the ground Leaves on it’s arms It’s just a tree   There’s a monster in the closet Shifting in the dark Eyes glowing…

Stick and suck, the glass is slick perfect to stick and suck 58 floors of glass to fame and fortune the ultimate huckster draws the worlds attention to me, a little bug with suction stickers rhythmically, carefully, climbing the slick surface slick as the surface…

You said you didn’t want me to keep it and that pushed me to the edge because initially you said that you did now you say it is because I am so far away   so you don’t want me to keep it like you…

Prompt for Hour Seven Government agencies have recently started distributing Bunnies, kittens and hamsters At retirement homes and infant hospitals In a bid to promote understanding of furry mammals And mitigate their suicidal tendencies Last night it was reported that infant groups had blockaded the streets Waving…

Fields of France   Those millions of nameless faces Feeding the acres of French wheat with their bones Are sold by the dozens to strangers From dust-filled, cluttered antique stores.   Feeding acres of Belgian wheat with their bones, Century-old, beautiful boys, From dust-filled, cluttered antique stores,…

There’s this feeling of Awe When you’re in the City With Towers to humble Even the mightiest of all — Saw the sky scrapped With pillars of steel And glass, reflecting the clouds They level — Making you feel as Little more than an ant…