2. Coffee and Change

Steamy black feels cool unfussy minimalist Mmmm… maybe no. Maybe I just feel like a cool unfussy minimalist ordering it sitting next to it sipping silently into it Mmmm… yes. Definitely yes. Cool Frank Sinatra cool Something shifts in your world when you move to…

Coffee Changes Everything

(for hour 2—coffee & change prompt)     Coffee Changes Everything   After sixteen years of sobriety, A waitress handed me decaf from the wrong pot You can’t taste the difference in a greasy, road-side waffle joint Forty miles later, possibilities and plans percolated in…

The joy of unseen things Knows only the wise And my heart swings How I wait for the surprise! With you on my side I forget all my cries!

Hour 2: Shunya

The Void Nothingness It exists within me and you, as well. It makes up the space we exist in And the one we can only dream of. It connects me to you you to me. Even with eons in between my words reach You yours,…

Coffee & Change (Hour 2)

The stronger the better, until my hands shake and palpitations reverberate in my ears. Until I’m so manic I become willing to subject myself to work. It was never about needing energy. I drank you for motivation to continue and honestly, I couldn’t brew enough…

THE JOY OF AN UNSEEN TOMORROW – Hour Two (2021)

THE JOY OF AN UNSEEN TOMORROW   even when all our chairs are filled, we are alone each pair of eyes contains the flickering  of a billion dead and dying stars, dust, light remaining constrained to this section of space   so sinking into sadness…

The Joy of Unseen Things

You would not believe your eyes If dancing bras and singing mini skirts Woke you up from crying bed. The horror that would fill your face; The rush of fear and uncertainty. Your bed time stories come alive to fill Your ears with screams of…

HOUR 3 Aesthetic Display

An Aesthetic Display ‘To share my thoughts would be deceitful, When I may display the prowess clear, Enrapture your beating heart, delightful, A living image for you my dear.’ And with those words I chain his hand in mine, Leading him into the depths of…

Hour 2, Island

Island  after Thelma   They say pain is an island with a cabaret law.  Say that aching is a song you shouldn’t groove to.  Don’t let your head bob or your foot tap for your joints will groan in protest.    Let the space between…