Bound to lose these strong stories, I’m a nomad from mainland “worries”. The course I took was heavy… heavy, I found places, walls pain with ivy. When you look too hard, There’s a terrible mystery. Frame, frame seen on me. Game, Game, life can be….

Words Prompt 1  Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc. [edit 10.7.2022] The Call of the Sea When shall I go down to the sea again To the salty sea and the waves…

Hour One – Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc.   The Poet’s River And so, it starts. After being poised, quivering in nervous anticipation, shivering. Prompt on the hour, the claxon sounds….

The judge was tossing out pills when the stewards found her No turtle ever slept sounder In mortal Kate Bush territory apartment rangers and Louisianans for Luftwaffe in matching camouflage mimicked the scepter Five houses from Ginny’s horoscope, His Royal Retired Flea was finally happy…

My very own cloud shaped ~ concrete hole filled with chlorinated sparkling water   painted toes sun-kissed skin oiled up and set   to float   a quiet serene place   to Be   unique diamonds through movement looking deep within   crystal clear shadows…

You cater to my darkest inclinations, proud and thoughtful in unholy intent. Perhaps on sinful lust serve ferocity’s menace?   A different course of action may pay penance, exsanguination as vampiric essence spent? You cater to my darkest inclinations.   Perhaps united by natures electric…

They walked overnight Through the bellows of the storm, Tails held high and noses down The stoic pups made not a sound For Winter marched upon the land Like soldiers with a battle plan And there stood the icy craggy crown Of an invader to…

What the flood is going on? creeping, bubbling in at dawn closing down beloved parks do we need some Noah’s arks?   Whole neighborhoods collapse when an avalanche of sludge creeps, then the throat is dry for just a drop contaminated all, clean H20 stopped….

Bathroom Door Every droplet of cold water that rains on my face drowns me in solace and wonderful thoughts, like how words cleanse my soul and wash my sorrow down to the floor, or how the ground thirsts the life brought by rain after an…

Rain running it’s fingertips on the window I am caught in that moment Smell of the damp earth lingering Seeping into the walls I hide behind Music drowning the pain between the head and heart Getting bored of conversations I could hear what is whispered…