Hour 5, Prompt 5 Space, oak, knitting, sunflower, hardback     No Space Between Us (a poem from Onweald)   The thick oak planks beneath my feet are smoothed, so polished with resin, that they speak to foundational strength and planning put into motion ages…

She sprayed on the perfume And set it on the dresser She reached over for her glass of champagne She sip a little bit awe Just when the fan begin to turn And her sweet perfume She held her breath in attempt To keep a…

find me in the overgrown out of tune and out of touch performing for the wisps filled with webs and nothing more position me as you see fit take a photo and call it art remove the parts that suit you best just don’t touch…

ANOTHER SEA OF CLOUDS (REFRACTED)   we’re peering into the windows of tomorrow shadowed by sunflowers and tangled in vines   we’re walking on and over our own heartbeats buried deep under the shimmering city pavement   we toss a blanket down with our submarine…

Looking out of my bedroom window As I stare at the space above The gold ball glazing hot A hardback just beside me He has been my companion for long A broken wine glass and it’s spill I can’t turn my head to face them…

The pavement in Jenksville didn’t look like those paintings of Paris in the rain no matter how hard she squinted. In fact they were just tar-sprayed gravel and wouldn’t reflect anything but the echo of her mother oak upended by the tornado. Mabel sat outside…

Destruction and Rebirth, a song rendering Death’s domineering canter still, Eternity that once was his arena, crumbles in the wake of unsanctified design. Abjections within purgatory fail on the majesty of my work’s symphony and kill. Terrified, the cries of mortality that diminish against my…

I see you Your facial features Eyes, mouth, nose I see you Your smiling lips Your twinkling eyes I see you Your happy thoughts Your sad moments I see you You and me We are complete

Seek no glory when you live, For you will surely find it when you leave. Trouble yourself not for fame, After your departure everyone will know your name. Speak less of yourself to your fellow men, When you are gone you will be known among…

Her hair falls to her frail shoulders in natural streaks of grey and white. She complains of having too many greys and heeds her sister’s words about using coconut oil.   Wrinkles start to show on her suntanned  hands and painted nails.   Her dark…