My cycles and wheels of cheese Have turned throughout the years Initially of Kraft singles, I found myself afeared   A yellow-tinted substrate fastened to the bread It seems a clear conclusion, that we have been mislead   A plasticine monstrosity that some of us…

Oh, Mother! I remember you so clearly. What a gift to recall your love, the sound of your voice, and how you held me even when you were in a rush. I recall peeled grapes and pate sandwiches the crusts cut off to please my…

The water’s cold when Daddy’s gone   I pull the tap straight up, expecting heat to cover my hands. But the cold rushes from the faucet and freezes my fingers as I try to swirl the germs away. Daddy wasn’t here to turn the knob…

like tickles in the dark the forest sparkles with Life      

The sap greens in the darkness, Masquerading as black, The sound of insects buzzing, Filling the air. You notice one far off from you, A sudden point of light flashing out at you. Within no time at all, You’re surrounded all around with these little…

Oh, cheese! yes, please. ricotta’s creamy, blue is crumbly as I write, see cottage goes in my tummy.   Crackers are nice with Colby jack, sliced and grilled sandwich, can’t wait for Swiss to ooze on hot plate.   Cheddar whiz is fine atop cheesesteak,…

I propose ‘polar prestidigitation’ for ‘magic of Christmas’ Are Santa’s elves still pissed with LOTR oddball depictions? Was Christmas Eve the one wearing a wreath instead of her normal fig leaves? – Mark L. Lucker © 2021 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

I simply do not know this forest Well enough to tell this story; I claim what a stranger sees. I see woods bedecked in glory. If I were in Celtic lands, I would know the words I’d use. Sprite and glamour, fairy ring, Will o’wisp…

Her favorite fruit was pear Said it reminded her of the shape of my body and how she’d like to split me open right up the middle and feast upon me. Oh, how I’d let her. My darling clementine. I’d love to peel each piece…

(for hour 23—a “hearing” prompt from hour 16…coz cheese is good, but I wasn’t feeling it)   What Are the Chances?   Amid a crowded amphitheater I become the only attendee The only fan For I close my eyes to the swell of the synthesizer…