Reigning monarch of your world— But, I beg your pardon— If you’re the only one enjoying it, It’s not much of a garden.

To trim the fat on an old adage, nothing is simple nor is it savage, While time may change tastes And consumerism increases pace The winner is the one who adapts A meeting room with old ways and new Combined into a comforting view Is…

When we lay in bed at night Our skin touches Our bodies sink in Our minds ease Then we say the silliest things My beard looks like I’m trying to sell you a pan for mining gold Sir, please stop stacking those rocks Can we…

Gathering Three sisters sit, toes drifting in warm sand Sun sets in crimson hues on the sea’s horizon Wine glasses raised, they solemnly toast Times shared long ago but not forgotten Who could have known what would befall Both parents passed on too young A…

Hour Twelve – Write about gathering with others. The specifics are up to you.   The Joy of Human Interaction   Lockdown – I thought I had been fine Complacent in a cosy home all mine Wandering all day from room to room Meeting friends…

There they are, bright and billowing, Assembling just beyond the pond Gathered in their summer finery, To buzz about the garden sod.   From vernal budding, singing frogs, Through spring’s unfurled leafy swale, And marching through the summer meadow Resplendent Monarch, Swallowtail.   First blush…

They amass to raise the sun, The ropes a braid of chord and song, The darkness folk to cheer them on As through the night they gather on. In the starlight, start to weave A netting out of ringing feet, And momentarily believe As the…

Black, white, and brown skin colours lost meaning when we gathered to celebrate the One who had so much done in need and in deed   the worship was electric the mood ecstatic the environment terrific   Time lost its meaning as no one was…

Dear Joy, I love you, too. I always have. From the moment I saw you. Remember? I stared. I couldn’t play anymore. I couldn’t think. “I just had to tell you that.” Who was this woman standing in the crowd? I walked away frozen in…

I have always thought drowning a more fitting death than being burnt alive. Though I hope to be cremated, my ears don’t wish to bear witness to my personal demise. I can imagine the way the flame licks my fingers, the sheer beauty of it…