Hour 11

Gone are the good times, One dollar could get four snacks, Today… barely stretch.

Chortle

It starts as a smile Progresses to a full face explosion Running jumping and chasing. Then the slip. Was that a snort? My eyes crinkle up The corners of my mouth tickle. Burn. It is a full blown fire in my chest. Oh god. It’s…

Hour Eleven A Sunday Evening in 1970 Mary Pecaut

Hour Eleven –   A Sunday Evening in 1970    Mary Pecaut   We lay on the gold shag carpet in our living room      like a jigsaw  puzzle. Mother lies on her back next to the piano. Sister rests her head  on mother’s…

Father and Son–Hour 11

Buster Keaton lay weighed down on the cow catcher of the General with a railroad tie in his lap With no engineer in place the train chugged forward toward a tie lying atop the track sure to cause derailment Our hero! Our hero! his arms…

2022 #11 – Her Laughter

The sound from you I love. Every time I hear it, my heart smiles. It will never grow old. The first thing I fell in love with. I will do anything to hear that sound.

Hour 11 – Growth – Image Prompt

Growth Twisted, gnarled branches Entwined in growth’s embrace Supporting one another In their small shared space Like these trees are people Supporting independence When we’re little children We need a mentor’s guidance And when we learn a skill We don’t learn alone We help each…

HOUR ELEVEN ~ The Mouth, Photosynthesizing

THE MOUTH, PHOTOSYNTHESIZING    bubbling up and branching out through all appreciative air effervescent sparkling spirits   rooted together under the ground just like our breath branches out to the sky   what we share is immortal ageless light for all beings   we’re shifting…

Hour 11: In Thalia’s* House

chortles churn from the dark; a villain takes the stage: amusing, absurd   leave them rolling in the aisles; struck to their shaking bones — humorously   *In Greek mythology, Thalia is the muse of comedy behind the smiling face

Be strong.

Welcome to real life, A place of no mercy. Welcome to world of challenge A palace of “all alone” Nobody is there for help, nobody willing come to rescue. Nobody rest assured tcome to save nobody is anywhere so be strong for every man is…

A Tree of Bones (hour 11)

This tree of bones sits so alone one branch a femur all chewed up, from a beaver kneecap of giraffe limbs so long you can’t laugh the spindly twigs from sparrow’s wings and the trunk, does it dare from an elephant there the knot, it’s…