Birds on winged flight. Unseen wind lifts and carries, Suspended in time.

….of the sea, and earth, and stars he rode in on a pulsing red wave settling all safely into his deep, blue ocean where we became his tides washing ashore to lap delicate granules of sand and turn the shells back to him, as he waits…

Grandmother’s Toy Box Virginia Carraway Stark Mystical Magical toy box With unlimited Possibility Every time a new discovery Little red riding hood Flip her She turns into a wolf Puppets And dolls In handmade dresses and coats Storybook treasures Of pirates and ghosts Lego pieces…

A tissue box of ugly roses sitting askew atop DVDs. Their broken player’s four short green lines a disturbing lie. My guide holds children in a painting of orange, black and yellow. Stevie Ray and Jimmie, a rare photo, on a shelf marred with grime….

Our lovely and brilliant creativity has met a most unbecoming fate. She is dying. The suspect, it seems, is a succubus, using her vitality and strength in adversity against the unsuspecting among us. We erode, our minds blank. We can’t remember usernames or passwords. Please…

I am spinning, spiraling out of control. Lost in a world of my own making. A prison of my own construction. I pillage and burn all who get too close. Thrown stones, A garden of thorns, Trapped in the throes of pain, not pleasure. I…

For every tomorrow. We had. Together was the most precious moments. Even if those moments. Faded away. Into a dream of yesterday.

Do not go gentle into that goodnight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [Why? Huh? That’s what I want to ask. Shit, I’m dying! Don’t tell me to pull back. You moron, I’m a toddler in the doorsill. Don’t tell me to change…

Almost lost, that recipe all pressure cooked at Sunday noon The burner cools for a while for everyone to savor some Write it down; Do not hesitate – My family gathering     by Karen Sullivan Form: Sijo

Stalking, violent, darkness, despair floating, flying across the air wicked men whip the lash as innocence fades into the past   Blood stained roads and marble floors monuments built on war Bleached white bones line the stairs yet two by two we follow in pairs…