Another prompt from I am Incomplete without you – which is honestly one of my favorite prompt books ever and is probably the most valuable thing I’ve ever invested in. Your Name is _________ and you are important. Your name is ______ and you are…

It’s open to interpretation. Becoming or going, whether living is movement only or something more discrete. In every drop of water I see a face In every empty space I see myself. Wandering through purgatory alone Because heaven and hell is other people.

grandma in her rocking chair knitting sunflowers the color of cheddar cheese knitting sunflowers because that’s what she knew best to work on her knitting loom from where i lay on the rug the pattern seemed dark, distant space but when i squinted an oak…

torn pages from a Christie mystery scattered on a hardback chair, cracked wine glass dripping blood red drops of wine on the oak floor, she left in haste running away from the scene of crime. the space where her happiness wilted and almost died. now…

She lies there by the bayside Hovering over like a dove of memories Starless nights her love became with a slow dance On stages in Harlem She’s a teen A child of God Her secrets of darkest days passes on through the years Her body…

tink tink tink Is that in key? Is it a key? Do I care? tink tink tink I think I like it. Maybe. I should try it again. tink tink tink That sounds horrible. It sounds like rust. I love it. tink

The house on the hill The walk from town to the house A memory that would not fade away The beauty of the house died suddenly The window never opened amicably When she was home the window was lit Her writing on the wall I…

From her small, oak sided trailer, pavement space 27, she sells hardbacks and sunflowers, wild seeds in the off season. She rises from behind her knitting, hangs in on a nail to her right to show this thing or that. Her cheddar cheese smile and…

I See you my sunflower, knitting new space on the pavement of fine things; crystal wine glass in hand your scent is bliss your soul at ease i see you my dear I see you

When vines took over Everything stopped Moving, breathing, existing Only the strangling pain The suffocation lingered in the air Darkness descended On eyes, soul, life Without a shred of light And no struggle whatsoever Could unbind, unravel The vines encircling the heart In a vice…