Mother Night and Father Darkness had a son Hypnos, the god of sleep I dreamt of him often living in the caves near river Lethe Squid Ink sensuous moves eyes black as pitch whispers like satin wings tenderly pouring his rich opium elixir down my…

release from the clutches of consciousness into slumber: the glistening black void that rests the body that ends constant tire and dishevelement. When the words no longer have to fall clumsily on to the monitor but can flow freely beyond meaning and recognition  

Embrace It Fifteen weeks of isolation In my hovel all alone Keeping careful six-foot distance Is more space than I have known What want now is to touch you Wrap you in a big bear hug Feel your arms about my person Cuddle in all…

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Let’s start from somewhere pleasant, the present is better than the past Better than the last but I’ll try not to get my hopes up The unresolved teenager in me wants to throw all of her chips in…

I keep finding interesting words I’ve saved or that are on the dictionary. So I keep having to use them! Abience Some people pull away from hard things Or avoid too much noise Or too much light But I turn away from you I hide…

Can you see? Shall I turn on the light? Are you scared? Shall I turn on the light? Are you lost? Shall I turn on the light? Have you lost something other than yourself? Shall I turn on the light? I won’t. You are a…

The skies gone grey, Its about to rain, Not raining yet, Wild wind on my face, A long road, A never ending, I walk or drive, Just see the sunrise, Dip my feet in sea, Or immerse myself completely, Like a never ending song, Keep…

FIVE MORE MINUTES. THEN, REVOLUTION!   Sleep, the first longing thought springs forth and then I think how typical Not just of 5 AM which you could call my moment  but THIS moment in our capitalist dystopia this WHOLE moment with all its psychotic priorities…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 7 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 21; Hour 21: Write a poem about what you are longing for most right now. _______________________________________________________________   {Sleep}                            …

Coffee Storm brews in the beans Gathering a smell of chaos The froth at the top Is stirred up and laid down The cup that holds the brew Waits for an airlift… And melted coffee mellows in the mouth Hour 21 @varenyas