Prompt 6 – Image   Photographer   Photography is a great hobby to have Hours will pass before you even know it Oh, especially In the golden hours Try to replicate what the naked eye sees Oh, take more than one shot of everything Grin…

“Where the Earth Ends”   who am I to say if the the earth is flat ~ or not, for   I’ve only seen the sandy shores, with its white foamy edges   I’ve not been beyond  that blue horizon   I’ve found rocky ledges…

As Ought To Be…. Like one in a dark cell having a peep at the faraway dawning of another day, I see the world just as it ought to be. Straight as our dealings with each other,no intellectual robbery in the guise of colonialism. Every…

I say I live on David Byrne Street. With its village academy at one end and Firehouse 19 on the other, it reminds me of Byrne pontificating on the lives of people in ‘Flyoverville’ in “The Big Country” from More Songs About Buildings and Food….

When a people mine their blood and vote with it When a politician burns healthy chunks of their votes When a ruling party tells the victims to go to court When they propose to buy up the judgment upfront Then the people shall go to…

WANDS OF PATIENCE Wands of patience Gently poking my body While it swirls among the breeze of inner turmoil Wands of patience Gently touching my lips Slowing down the rage I feel at the harsh almost inhumane world Wands of patience Gently turning my head…

Three hours on the train With a friend and a good hat Talking murder and mystery While enjoying a nip of tea   Trying to understand Agatha And how and why she did it So many books stories and plays She wrote more than she…

Descending Heating Cracking Tumbling Burning Speeding Booming Flaming Falling Breaking Spreading Showering Astonishing Crashing

Flat earth today the earth turns a corner parallel lines remain apart forever no matter how far we look far is redefined with smoke, fire and asphyxiating air the valleys have erased the trees and lakes and rivers we admired yesterday, the side of the…

Hour 6 9/2/2023   “Solitary…”   Seems a commonality shared within our understanding and even the acceptance of the word “solitary” for what it is.  But is it “shared” or is it just that we each have our own unique ‘bars’ behind our eyes?  …