These are not riddles, these are not rhymes. They are far from fiction they are damn near crime. Being put into a position to display hate; not really my cup of tea. It’s certainly not my fate and definitely not my dream. To be used…

Oh the soft sounds of movement in the heart! They watch the ink stain a story of love A word written, an eternal I do Their tale, a turning page, a crafted kiss Oh the years, droplets of blessings and tears! Hands stay entwined in…

Hour Four:  Prompt: Used both text and photo together. Icy cold we walk to the chapel. Death, tomb or our warming? Remember how to grow vines, bloom flowers, feel greenery underfoot? Visitors and guest gaze from their tombs. We hold hands giving new heat. They…

Prompt 4 – Haiku   One day maybe one day, for now, not yet although stranger things happen   love can be true, love can also be blind, if it comes, I’ll be ready   Some have big days, some Have smaller integrate days. Yes,…

Perfumers live to bottle summer in a ceaseless, amber-colored illusion – exotic white flowers, beach waves, crisp linens – and to reinforce the olfactory opulence that can be sampled, then discarded once the tiny vessel’s nozzle expires (leaving that one tantalizing, unavailable squirt) with names…

Don’t you know? Don’t you know? It means nothing, nothing Without a cup of tea. Without a cup of tea? Nothing. Well. Don’t you know. The lift is broken. The lift. Broken. We’ll have to use the stairs. The stairs. The tea could spill. People…

Prompt 3 – Image   Perception We can look at the same picture, I might see differently from you, It’s what makes the world go round, But hey that’s okay.   There’s no right or wrong, we can agree, we can disagree, we can agree…

Anomia interactions with endless limits of what this body chooses to remember the definition of limerence twitches in my left hemisphere only to become sedimentary a fossil I cannot interpret digging itself underground and I, amateur archaeologist I am, fumble the excavation break the relic…

give me your hands, I’ll do so much to make you happy give me your heart, I’ve come from a far land looking for love, can I trust you, I’ve come for you with a good heart. Don’t fret, my heart is all yours. give…

Heading out to perform today’s ceremony I am told ‘hope it goes without a hitch’ with a wink akin to telling an actor ‘break a leg’ Though hitching up people is what I do stating that sounds cowboyish there are metaphors there to corral I…