words the shape of the line, the position of the tongue the placement in time, the corresponding thought   sleep separate property reduce mess position resist transparent kneel silk exclude log injection transaction freshman squash satellite concert cave fraction steep spring die loop reckless relaxation…

  I want to spread my winds Take you with me to the clouds, Wash my gumboots as we walk into a stream of undying love. There’s a beat playing in my head – Sound of hurrays and balloons coming to life by the swift…

Let’s talk trash. Let’s talk genteelly about trash. Let’s talk about trash and call it cute. That cute trash…let’s market it. That cute trash now has a demographic. That demographic can be sold so much more than just the cute trash. Cute trash with ribbons…

Through the smoky woods Come the shaky Forest Ranger Her eyes bulged out in the lake of a black Periwinkle That falls from the Cloud   Take this needle and sew a seed in my print Spread these words to the town crier Tell him…

A U.S. Marine walking down Front Street is waiting to hit the beaches on Iwo Jima. Fifty years  later his son walking down Front Street is waiting to hit the beaches on Maui. Both on the same street waiting to hit a beach inexorably linked…

The last day started just like any else I didn’t know it was the last then When the final bell rang I was still in denial The next stage should have been anger But all I felt was emptiness Nothing made sense Nothing made sense…

Once upon a time I was so excited By all my presents For Christmas.   Though I could not open them Because I had snuck into the closet They were hidden in.   I held them with glee Then put them back carefully And that…

Caught upon the sewing A thread is found as I stitch together My heart- Not knowing I had pieced away As you hurried off Soap bubble of rainbow illusion Popped Leaving behind only traces As it dampens my skin a circular film of what it…

The forest ranger went to the big city Wearing his gumboots on his feet. Not a cloud was adrift in the periwinkle sky He smiled and did not miss a beat. As he looked high above him He spread his arms out wide The distant…

(for hour 11—holiday prompt from hour 10)   Christmas Eve Sing-Along   Sleigh bells ring I’m listening to deep, soulful chimes of handbells near the dais where the harpist strums and the little drummer boy rumpa-tum-tum-tums with a glance to the director for her smile…