The sun, so low of late Now rising higher Wakes the maiden wood nymph Naked, as though born anew Bathing her in golden warmth The gentle kiss of rain Coaxes out her blushing buds Anoints them each with dew Cradled in her supple boughs Caressed…

Mister Green Match Watches the scene Through the window   He is in trouble: He felt in one of His own traps   He just finished installing them To catch the naughty ones When he got caught, like a beginner   In the big net…

Demon in love Oh my! My lord! Dear God! Such blasphemy! Demon in love: in love with me? It cannot be, let not one soul know Such arrogance! He thinks his love will grow? Grow what it may, what sprouts in the dark My heart…

Around the bend and past the stream, from winters end and springs green. past the shadows of forgotten lore, through the whispers of what came before.   There is a place, that is Evergreen. With no death, a lifeful sheen.   Follow this guide, be…

Why is it that trying to write for five unforgiving minutes is the most effective way to clear one’s head of anything the reader might actually want to read? When I try to write in stream of consciousness mode, I feel like I’m letting the…

There’s some beauty beneath the troves of pillows. A sweet ocean of cotton, marred by mass. As we rearrange furniture as young people do. Interior decorating the best we can together. I fancy such a tidy woman as yourself obviously. It is about accommodation and…

just write whatever comes out any words that choose to gather and find themselves on the page that rhyme or irritate that sound pretty or crass that look good in between the lines just write. write for 5 minutes or 10 if you’d like about…

I was told by the fire mage, Maniac messiah that I’m Some internal arsonist A relief to know that when the darkness surrounds me, I Have accelerant I have a match and gasoline… This Is poetry Even in cobalt blackness, I can write light  …

Plucking white hairs out of my already sparse eyebrows Thank goodness for eyebrow pencil and shadow; Eyelashes so pale Look like a sheet of paper; Out of concealer; Scraping lipstick out with a brush; Layer on Foundation; Paint by numbers on my lids: Nude palette…

HOUR NINE POEM # 9 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON TWO JIVE TURKEYS Two jive turkeys, Herky and Jerky. Wanted some smack, They had the jack! No smack lit up a weed, You need some feed. Man you are square, I am, at least I care….