I miss you I could almost swear You were the person Cuddling me in my dreams Three nights ago You held me so tight Arms wrapped around me I could feel your body pressed against mine Your legs pulling me tighter It was the first…

A deadly storm is brewing And only time will tell Who will still be standing When the water drains to Hell Who’ll be struck by lightening And who’ll just blow away Who will find their higher ground Or drown beneath the waves A deadly storm…

“Odenigbo!” She cried Screaming with a high pitched voice Running stumping barefoot Slamming her feet on the dark earth Blood prints gave away her footprints She screamed and screamed for help “He will find me” she said The skies changed All grey and musky Everywhere…

“Now close this book and remake the world.” I close my book. I must remake. How does one “remake?” One starts by unmaking. I unmake my book. I unmake my room and my house and my street. I unmake the world bit by bit. I…

I put my hands upon my ears To block out all the sound. I couldn’t believe my eyes At the horror that I found. I paced around the room Thought madly what to do Finally my motion stopped I needed to decide what was true….

Home in the Mountains The green mountain peaks stand there lonely as if waiting for which the majestic and mysterious seeks in the misty clouds spread long and be comfortable feeling warm like home Hour 4 @varenyas

I hate mirrors People keep putting mirrors up I hate mirrors They want to make the room bigger I hate mirrors They want to see themselves I hate mirrors They want me to see myself But I hate mirrors

Fly then… but you don’t fly, little one… little brown one… little brownie in my house. Go count the Safeway clearance grains. scattered yesterday to keep you away. No more crushing of paper or pounding my drum. Don’t scurry more across this fake wood floor….

“He stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.”…

(for hour 4—last-line prompt)   Cleansing Night   Amid the eruption of the righteous and night-lighting fires, their anger finally stokes to overboiling. A brick crashes through the mechanic’s window and the traitor is pulled to the street to pay for his sins; not only…