Confirming

Social media is manna from cyber-heaven, crystalizing the adage ‘thank G-d for unanswered prayers’ A daily spin through various forms of online socializing covers a wide range of connections; business, personal old friends, new associates, friends-of-friends, old lovers Those you have joined in moving back…

Write Still (Hour 8)

Write, child. Write as it flows. Do not let form hinder you. For poetry is but the word Encapsulating powerful feelings Uninhibited by form or shape. So write!

Carrot cake

There is just something about carrot cake that seems to almost let me forgot Forget that I am constantly at war with my brain and that even the good days include skirmishes And just for a moment not dwell on all the ways I have…

Unfurl – hour 8

Hour 8, Prompt 8 Gigan   Unfurl   the unsettling rose upward with tumult unfolding within   pressing, pushing, unfurling frozen potential caught swirling amid darkness and frustration curling   a great, dark swelling of intent mixed with cellular structure   rent asunder and over…

Rock-the-chair (Hour #8)

A waft of freshly baked pie is carried by the cool evening breeze… The autumn air turns a bit nippy as the sun sets, The farm dog lets out a howl just before it starts to get darker. Chickens clucks and gabbles about in their…

Hour Eight: Small Town Gigan

Hour Eight: Small Town Gigan Small towns dream of skyscrapers and busy streets as the coffee perks and the usual crowd gathers for eggs and gossip. Johnsons’ hound got into Maeve’s hens again and now there’s hell to pay. And what’s that sky gonna do,…

Prompt Eight: What I Do Not Know

What I Do Not Know   What I do not know, about her, her person. What I will never know, about this person.   Certainly, I knew her a bit, briefly, a few moments. My take was not always positive, she was tough… In an…

The Reclamation (Hour 8)

There is this grip it thought I didn’t have, a grip I didn’t know I had, until my eyes were born. There is this strength it thought I never possessed, a strength I took for granted that I had, until my mind was born. It…

Tuesday

You can’t flee faster than your legs run Ain’t no magic overcome the laws of science. Still, Tuesday afternoon I put on a dress Orange, with a fitted waist and a flowing skirt Black runners, red logo laced up, out of place. I can only…