You point your index finger at your student. “You didn’t pay attention. You didn’t listen. You didn’t study. You fell asleep. You looked around. Your phone was out.” You……………………………..You…………………You…………………You……………….You……………………..You……………………… “No wonder you failed.” Yes, the Fingers tell the story. While one is pointing at the…

There’s a glade just north of Brevard, where no lights can reach, where no vehicle can reach, where no fear can reach. There’s a pump that draws just above frozen. There’s a short gentle dirt cliff with good throwing rocks. There’s a public bathroom that…

DAILY BREAD   I used to bake bread as if my life depended on it.  And maybe it did. I was young, broke, and living in a house with six friends.  One of us saved money by diving into anoxeria, until she turned orange from…

The longest day of the year Brings with it Warmth, hope, change And also heat strokes, sweat, tan Oh! And ice cream That melts off faster than you can eat Air con is a relief But electricity bills aren’t Neither are bugs waiting for evening…

Spaghetti reminds me of simple times. It is love and fellowship, conversations and laughter. Sweet sauce contrasted with savory meat makes my mouth water. Feels like home and comfort here.  

(For hour 12—nonet prompt for Onweald)   Amanda in Motion (by the character Nigel Taiman)   She is beauty and death together with her weapon an extension of each movement in battle. Using her geasa’n skill, Amanda’s steeped in perfection, grace. Reflecting justice, love.

Now (Hour 12 Half Marathon 2021) What kind of world do we live in now? All kinds of red lines in the sand. Wind blows sand and line away. What don’t they understand? Our destiny Lies beyond thought Hand grips if Not now When

There’s a dragon in my tree today He’s watching me, through the window I am a little worried – The forecast is for rain. Not good for dragons. I might try to Tempt him in With some grapes.

your departure left an imprint fragile slip of a dried flower I keep revisiting behind the glass of my memories frozen in time like your smile blue like the submerged ice on a glacier goodbyes are always deeper than they seem layers of emotion warped…

I should write a little, a nonet With nine little syllables, oh yeah But I keep thinking basket- Ball, like hoops and dribble Throw it high up and Get three pointers Slam a dunk No net Swoosh