Hour Seven: Shrunken Head It had belonged to a man, a warrior in the Andes who met his end among the headhunter tribes who lived there then. They sewed his eyes shut, closed his mouth with wooden splints, soaked his head in an herbal concoction…

Observe the growth of the vine, To understand what little time We have, under this burning sun, For soon you shall see none. The years shall steal your health and vigour, Weaken bones and diminish your figure. But before you succumb to your earthly grave,…

Because I didn’t like the prompts and four is an unlucky number That fall night in Shin-matsudo Walking home along the ripening onion fields turning a corner to find the harvest moon blocking the path ahead.   So large it could have landed like a…

Know the conclusion before the start this again and you will understand what it is you desire to be different this time will not wait for you to change this story to change yourself Hold tight to the path I will forge within yourself strength…

The sun is shining The wind is blowing The sky is clear and blue The grass and trees mostly green with life It’s a good day For a party Friends and family gathered Enjoying food and conversation Children playing in the water Screams of delight…

How those beautiful days were go by? Those moments of passion pleasant one I cannot express my love with words It measures with hugs and kisses It shows us forever divine It strengthens our relationship If you sit side by side, hand in hand it…

Hour Seven – Together Apart     Mary Pecaut Ekphrastic Poem After Photograph by Marc A.Sporys on unsplash.com)   Together Apart   The way a couple sits on a bench under the shade of a tree in late summer or perhaps early fall, his arm around…

He stands at lakes edge       waiting  Morning comes to find him      waiting  His little mouth turned down in       sadness Calling him in for lunch he exudes      sadness  Back to the big lake he’s standing       waiting …

‘Come one! Come all! Speak to me of other things! Within this ally, kindly don’t dilly dally, see what Dyer-Bolique Brings! Notice my coat, observe my hat, pondering on my offerings. Within my whim, step on in, attend my theatre frightening!’   I turn to…

Northwest Landscapes River waters flood blueberry fields Trees now grow in the expanding lake Habitats shrink with each new thunderstorm Lean black mama bear straddles a creaky wooden fence Leaning out, she pulls at tree branches Apples thud down to her three babies A family…