I need some time some tiiime some tiiimmme (sometime)   She screamed into the night from the corners of her mind softly so softly it hurt hurt her heart hurt her heart deep (no time for sestina) *weep*

Daylight spills over the edges of the mountain. It is morning and I have not slept yet. Seems I should let go, or be dragged. This pen pieces prose, or poems almost by rote. I struggle to determine it’s value or valor. Seems I should…

He left his village for another, there was simply too much blood. It coloured his mornings red, his nights, too, and poisoned all the in-between hours.  He knew that if he lingered he would hear their fists on his door, see their fingers pry open…

HOUR SEVENTEEN POEM # 17 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON ONCE A MAN TWICE A CHILD I learned to walk, Before I could talk. Easy to use fork and spoon, Cow jumped over the moon. Tied my shoes, button my shirt, Played in the sand and…

the road i knew from last spring but did No longer know this summer and which i ignored in the forest with No fairytales but just gossips

Early to bed early to rise makes a regrettable mud in your eyes Empty unwinding finding I’m no good at solitary confinement I don’t like the company  

Pansies… one of the first flowers to appear in the spring, they last all through the heat of the summer, and often hang tough through the chill of the first frost. With their little faces, pansies are a reflection of our soul… they are survivors,…

the sky more blue the Grass more yellow the field more green the horses more in a rush on the dusty countryside road leasing towards somewhere lost from my sight… the lost horizons always before us and beyond our reach

This time not sure whether i will be able to get this through

See my grandmother standing over there Looking at the rainbow beyond the fields Glitter glints in her eyes, gleams in her hair Reflecting the compassion she reveals   Her dress is billowing in gentle air Radiating the harmony life yields See my grandmother standing over…