I sit in my car at the intersection of Mitchell and Pine Smells of pizza fill the air. Seriously, WTF? On one side of the street pizza by the slice. A buck a slice. I’m so serious I want to swear right now. When school…

Round and many circles Cut into triangles or squares I really love my pizza From Greco-Roman chairs Perfect in simplicity Pizza from the city Cooked in gas or electricity Tastes great and looks pretty And while cheese can be a mess While bread can leave…

I’m rooting for you, Know that I always have, My intentions are always good, I hope you know I mean well, Sometimes your reactions make it hard to tell, I want success for you so bad, I can feel it, Prayers so hard for you,…

(I tried writing about a baby mat but it didn’t quite land. Will be revising it when I am more awake.) I saw the first steps of the baby Also when he fell and cried Then got up again to try take his own steps….

Do you worship your ego? Do you only want to please yourself? Then, stop contacting me because you are not the one for me!

Juncture I am on purple time my watch, clock, phone all set 10 amethyst minutes ahead because I run 5 lavender minutes behind, always filling in every magenta moment, fitting commitments in with a shoehorn of heather determination. I thrive on purple time mingling poetry…

scraping the barrel here asking me to write about pizza most of which I’d rather not but then I remember the glorious pizza of my childhood Shakey’s Pizza Parlor oh the world has never seen pizza in all its potential glory unless they experienced pizza…

Out of all the prompts I’m surprised pizza was this inspiring. But it was fun to write this up quick!   Hour 22 used prompt   Piece of joy covered In cheese and mushrooms Zapped in the oven to bake Zipped into a delivery bag…

Appian Way Pizza Not to be confused with the road in Italy, this Appian Way came in a box. Not a pizza box, but a box right on the pantry shelf. “Make your own for only 55¢” was one of their slogans. It was always…

Divorce There once was a man from Houston With a wife and a home to roost in He called her a whore She called him a bore And he now begs for change in a loose tin