21~14

My children Go missing When it’s time to do chores I thought they were here Just the moment before So my children get grounded Sent to bed without supper Never seeming to bother them Especially the brother It’s twins, you see Runs in my family…

Alone fields

No one in the fields, Tiny rest in shield. Technology change, Every people are strange. Seeds get the destroyed by pesticides, No one to see when they have sight. Alone house and hungry mouse, Alone trees and pleasant breeze. No one to enjoy except the…

hour 18 invisible

if you knew what i know about loneliness you would understand invisibility in the spaces between privilege and righteousness lives fully before disappearing into untethered expectations of how we know how to live in the pockets of longing to be recognized for anything other than…

“Puddles”

“Puddles” A little bit of rain could never stop us. Ready or not, here we come! Grabbing knee-high socks and rain boots as we run outside. Jumping and splashing, In any puddle we could find. Don’t ever lose the child inside.

#17- L (I) FE FOR A/N L (I) FE

Tragedy always celebrated, In all forms of art, Pain glorified, Accepting with open arms. The fuel behind the artist, Bringing the art in them to life, Lives of real people, In exchange for the life of art. But what about the tortured, But still alive,…

As you were saying? (hour 9)

‘Yer mother wears Army boots!’ a common insult tossed around with impunity by young boys of another era playground epithets meant to insult, sans vulgarity or other references that might get you a fat lip or blackened eye ‘Yer mother wears Army boots!’ also served…

Manipulated

Manipulated Day did its job well, the chore of lighting alleys, brightening dark corners, moving clouds and pedestrians through their errands and obligations. Sometimes, the day drizzles a suggestion to focus on the task at hand, sometimes downpours a warning to step up, keep up…

Hour 17 – Other People (text prompt)

“Books were safer than other people anyway.”  – Neil Gaiman I was often bullied for this but I liked stories and sad music And maybe I was bullied for being weird More than my tastes in literature But at least with a book If it…

Iron Orion

  Heavens formed of brass Earth of iron below As his belts stars do pass The words which now follow:   Immortal gods centered in the cavity Powers formed and some less known For their shield of invincibility As words that have prolonged their lives…

The sense of touch… butterflies Hour 17

Do you remember the last time you experienced the butterflies? That sweet moment when your stomach quivers from anticipation. Just the thought alone elicits… A feeling of bliss. Light as air. You float. You don’t know how to walk anymore.You glide. As elusive as a…