Beth A. Fleisher Hour 19   Prompt 19: … or you can write about what it’s like to be one small part of something bigger.     Many Parts, One Body   We humans like to fancy ourselves as independent, Able to handle our own…

the teachings tell us we all have gifts to share with our relatives. parts of a greater whole only complete upon our contributions. even the hummingbird put out a forest fire, one drop of water at a time, holding the words taught to her by…

Back to the cart. To meet a final end. I think about this body. I was never its friend. This body wantes food. I did what I could to eat. But a body needs a touch not paid for or on demand. Bodies need fresh…

The nightlong passage Of a jolly good fellow Into oblivion Reverberates Loud and clear… Of a saintly soul Who suddenly yielded to the summons of home call A glorious exit to the other side of life Your radiant face An innocent charm that exuded the…

There is nothing in this world that is beyond me. I am the son of a billionaire dad And as the heir to his empire, the world eats from the palm of my hand   There is nothing in this world that is above me…

i think of you   (you know i do)   the tears on my face   (they belong all to you)

I turn into myself. I turn into you. Together we’re telling a new kind of truth. We’re stronger together than we’ve been on our own. And the best part is that we are never alone.

  DARK SPORT. I am the darkest hour before Dawn When the cold bites your smooth skin I am the thoughts that keep you up Every night, a company of your losses I am the smallest mistake But every space in your life I take…

That Siphonophore Apolemia looks like a wall pulled down from a saloon to make room for the sea urchin school – they don’t have recess, but they swim in algebraic equations. A scientist told me that. That Siphonophore Apolemia shook itself loose from a candelabra…

Crystal clear. Sparkling, and glittery. Cool and tasteless. Life-giving and precious.