1 PM – Basil is a Five Letter Word for Love

My friend proposed to her girlfriend the same day I was driving cross country in silence, the cab cologne of basil leaves fills the truck. It’s the freshest air I’ve tasted, now that I’m used to living in the city.   I am picturing the…

Crime Scene

Victims wash up against the shore from upturned boats making summer passage on quieter tides. The dead are blamed, perpetrators of their own demise, whilst the reasons for their leaving lie unquestioned, uninvestigated. Who would leave their home and family? No-one’s asking.     Author:…

A Crime of Passion (or Not) – Hour Five

A Crime of Passion (or Not) Shards of glass, strewn everywhere, scattered beneath the moonlit sky Brown footprints appear to dot the windowsill – a clear sign of forced entry perhaps Inside, chaos ensues Tossed memories, loose leaf dreams, lots of questions The glass appears…

2023 Full Marathon: Hour 5

Hour 5: Sip on Summer – thank you Starbucks – this was your slogan for summer of 2017 or 2018 and it is living in my brain rent free every summer since then. Also Pumpkin spice came out way too early this year – or…

Hour Five: Verity

Where did you go, my long-lost friend? Growing up, I learned from my mother Who sang your virtues, triumphs, and worth. She called you holy or whole or simple. Ever elusive, you, an abstract idea, Invested in me, the guilty vestibule, once piqued a guardian…

Born to die

The long, winding road never felt all that welcoming; it just keeps laughing at you daring you to deviate from its preordained path. it’s the half-mile marker when all you want to do is get to the finish line, the ostentatious distraction when you need…

Chains

Chains   Cling to me as two become one, gentle words lost on our wind.

Hour 5 image prompt -moving day

  It’s early Too early And there’s still too much to do And there’s still so much I can’t get through But we’re on to new beginnings And soon to some place new Just need to pack one last thing Okay one or two… The…

The Crime Scene is an Empty Room

How did so much come to nothing Leaving just an empty space When everything was over And there were no truths left to face Just aching walls of silence With a window to the past Highlights where it all went wrong And where we tried…

Poem for Hour Five (5/24)

Kyow, Kii-ow, Gull, she sings the sea, Coo-ah, coo, coo, coo, Dove, cries her woes to me.   Seeadit, chew-chew, House Sparrow chatters through the day, Wheeeeer, wheet! House Finch argues with quite a lot to say.   Pelican doesn’t say much, but wings beat…