here I fall, these shackles bind my wrists, my ankles and my neck too and this heavy chain to hold me together as if my limbs will fly apart shall I hold my breath? I’ll hold it for now watch the sun shrink to a tiny star…

Waking calmly from an oversleep Feeling my baby curled into my back Starting! Jolting off my cloud Running to the bathroom Using the toilet Washing hands and face Getting a big glass of water and taking the daily pill Lumbering into the basement Folding Moving…

In the spaces between wrong and right I hold my peace Suffer desire   I’m on the edge of darkness I can’t see where I’m going Or where you’re coming from   Don’t leave me here between If I’m right We might just be Be…

It wasn’t until the middle of morning coffee, awakening, I learned of it’s arrival. On the drumming bus of sleep, and mangled dreams the meaning budded, bloomed, and withered leaving broken stem, memory, and lingering aroma. Gathering strewn petals greedily along the path, I breathe…

The icy cold liquid is wrapped around me. Dragging me further below the surface. Into the deep. I feel the air bursting within my chest. Fighting for release, Fighting to escape. Into the deep I plunge. My eyes remain shut to the frigid, watery darkness…

“YAWN” tendons popping DAMN! Alarm didn’t go off NEED coffee to start Am I late, am I? Crumpled sheets lie in confusion, as dejected cat mews but wait, it’s too early! Bully Sun finds every crevice, pushes, prods, “GET UP!” Stumbling to the table, mind…

The bull ghost Is so angry Is moving so much Dust Scratching the dry ground With its fiery shoes He is ready to load A big weight In your face You run But it’s too late You run But it flies It flies fast And…

Let me out! Let me out! I closed my eyes tight I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe I kick and I struggle I’m sinking, I’m sinking “Hush little one, just let it go”   I stop for a second I open my eyes The blue…

Submerged. Deeper and deeper I sink into the warm waves of ocean’s spray. Sunken. Like a ship lost at sea never to return to the slip from which it ported. Drowned. Forever filled with the fluids of antiquity are my desperate lungs, screaming for air…

In such a narrow margin, close confined, Between the crushing depths and empty space. This thin, sustaining band where life can grow. How perilous existence is for fish. PROMPT: Set underwater. FORM: Unrhymed blank verse.