Inside a box of silence A part of me, deep under disorderly seas of forgotten items   The winds of summer blow and the lights shine the box within   My last thought awaits me in a box I’ve left in a dark, damp room

Lost, but found. Dead inside, now alive. Feelings asleep, walled inside. Kept safe from things harmful. Along she comes. A key in hand. Fear swells, as she unlocks the doors one by one. Where did the key come from? How did she end up with…

Sleet frosts window panes Winds bluster, branches rattle Cracking sparks fly out Books by candle light Water bottle at my feet Sipping hot cocoa Curry cooking on the fire Cocoon of night and blankets Darjeeling brewing (Prompt: Look in your cupboards and find a food…

I keep a jar of Maxwell house coffee that I’ve yet to open and never intend to, unless in case of emergency. The coffee serves a talismanic purpose, reminding me of my grandmother, who brewed a cup every morning before taking a bus from her…

To feast fair on the wholesome meal of calm The rapturous convenience of this space away from the peaceless stirs of babbling cities arrests me into violent satisfaction; un equaled relief from the joyous trouble of this kind that loves her social hand Calisto speaks…

Hour 9 – Kit Kat   I always wondered why the man with the camera would stand in various weather conditions.   It wasn’t until he sat down out come the Pandas on roller-skates then I put two and two together   To not hear…

‏Not everyone will clap for you, when it’s time for an applause, Not everyone will reach out a hand when you fall, Not everyone will acknowledge you, Too many will overlook, or scroll on by, Not everyone will pray For you, Plenty is praying against…

Sweets I was a rambler as a child in the summer, outside dawn to dusk with a sandwich and a book, maybe a friend or two, a thistledown seed on the wind. If nothing sweet was in the house, no candy or cookies around, I…

tinned soup Sunday nights long ago when mum had passed out would make my own tea canned soup & toast soldiers heat soup in pan on stove lightly toast bread buttergold tomato was my favourite diluted with a little milk soldiers dunked in the mug…

There is a danger when I am home alone and spy a carton of eggs when opening the refrigerator door even moreso if there is also bread in the breadbox and then if a saucepan is clean I can hard-boil some of those eggs while…