Haunted Barn A monkey, a bunny, and a flamingo meet in a barn, where there are no horses or cows, no pigs or chickens, not a single stick of straw; they meet a purple-hair woman there who takes them on a journey through walls and…

Hour Twenty: Prompt: A Daily Ritual Centering myself via prayer, reading, meditation in different religious disciplines every day works well for me. Getting spiritually sound takes work people! I need all the help I can get. I vary the time of day, just so long…

reframed illusion both of us subscribing hoping to mirror our delicate days when we thought we were flourishing squinting our eyes as we dodge regrets falling heavily around us ~we tiptoe through ~this time~ instead of around~ holding hands (feels so warm and alive…) 

Ring ting ting Hear ye Hear ye Rise up and shine Lead me let me wander And if that should fail I will bark in your face

My brain is magnetically predisposed to lists. Out of thin air, I will new lists into being of items no one but myself has a curiosity. One day, it was apartment movies. Another, it was directors who married their leading ladies. My favorite was my…

Aren’t my eyes pretty enough to be seen? My nose tiny enough like in the movies. Or my lips, shapeless isn’t worthy of sweet words? Why, isn’t my body worthy of love? Perhaps it’s my hand, that’s too cold to hold. “you’re enough” they say;…

Immersed in the slabs of the labs of forensic diviners  My poetry brain sits in some sick existential crisis While cannibals do their work with swift expertise I rob the thesaurus I wish I had more cheese I stare at the screen that’s looming in…

She’s my new routine at work Noche she has me trained Sweet black kitty girl Medianoche midnight She’s trained me to watch her jump up onto the table trained me to offer my arm as she leaps onto the seat beside me the seatback behind…

Menage a trois died, Along with baby inside, Drunken father’s hell. In a moment fell, Birthing pool, two concussions, Born into the depths. As his gentleman, Rose and staggered from the room, He entered, eyes blown. Beneath the warm water, Four arms and four legs…

A little line here, Another line there, A bit of nap, A bunch of prayer, All jumbled ‘round the ticking clock-bomb,           to conquer the Poetry Marathon.