Cool and calm, just floating along. Living effortlessly, you envy me?   My arms flow with the tide. I’m just along for the ride, waving like a tree in the wind.   Underground, below the sea, anchored for eternity. I am seagrass. post for hour 1

Catfish strung on lines tied to the dock. Whiskers wiggling, tails flapping, struggling to get free. Among them, the grand prize:  the Mammoth Cat He doesn’t struggle Just lies in wait Plotting.   Too much sun, too much beer To even exaggerate the size But…

Always, when I am driving through the territories when dusk descends I see them. Void of artificial lights bold flashes of white figures in the ancient darkness sentry the highway. Communication of souls direction and guidance the movement on my periphery tells me I am…

Red, vibrant In the beginning there was energy. Or so the scientists would have us think. It’s still around, in everything, moving back and forth, up and down, in circles and patterns. Vibrating eternal life. Flowing through you, as the colour of your blood matches…

Mr. and Ms. Busybody are always standing by, listening and fishing,  is how they spend their life Mr. and Ms. Busybody standing by Gossip Lake fishing all day, and all night  no matter what it takes Mr. and Ms. Busybody have nothing else to do they love…

The flowers on your dress Are not real They are much better They are much more And less too   The flowers on your dress Never dies They go fearless With all the powers of Being flowers   More than that, on top Of the…

Good Morning it’s 9AM time for poem #1 23 more, then I’m done At this hour it’s easy By the time I reach poem #9 I may be out of my mind When I get back in(my mind) I’ll be ready for 10,11,12 and twelve…

Dad wasn’t there that day wouldn’t have been interested so Mom filled the role gladly did the dad-thing by renting a row boat she took us boys fishing because boys needed to do things with worms and hooks and poles and feel the thrust that…

Today will be about losing words.  It will be about verses falling apart, without music or fanfare.   Nothing will rhyme.  Nothing will be described as it really is, because all we have is speculation.   Outside, from a great height, far higher than the…

It looked tasty so I wrapped my mouth around it. When I tried to swallow there was a sharp feeling in my mouth. Then a pulling sensation. Then a massive lurch forward. It felt as though my lips were being ripped out of my head. I tried to resist but the…