It really has become a chore. The shopping, the cooking, the baking, awkward moments, and obligatory snarky comments. Wouldn’t it just be nicer to avoid everyone and go away for Thanksgiving? YES! Imagine the ocean, a sparkling cerulean blue, crashing waves, salty air and a…

Wide awake Mr. Sandman where are my dreams? Silence all around me Chaos in my head Blank stares It’s 3 am I should be sleep But I’m sitting straight up in bed My anxiety is playing tricks on me The lack of sleep got me questioning…

Allow me to love parts of you no one ever loved on me, Allow me to speak the words i never heard but my ears bled to hear, Allow me to hug away the pain like she never hugged me, Allow me to show you…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 4 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 18; Hour 18: Write a narrative poem set during a holiday. It could be a poem based on your own lived experience or it could be an imagined event. A narrative poem…

Perhaps Father Should Have Taught me Songs Heal Grief and solitude are brothers of destruction – my dictionary says they can be used interchangeably. My father was teaching me to be a hard man, how not to smile. He believed smiles make one too soft,…

Twas the night before Christmas and all through St. Joes. The patients were sleeping with hall lights aglow.   Medication were given and rounds were all done. All patients were counted each and every one.   Patients were all snuggled with clean sheets on their…

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 18   Prompt 18: Write a narrative poem set during a holiday. It could be a poem based on your own lived experience or it could be an imagined event.     Why Is This Night Different from Every Other Night?…

long hair so soft so fine   i do not know whose it is   yours or mine   do not know if it is yours do not know if it is mine   just loving how it feels   wrapped around us all the…

Vesak a sea of maroon and orange robes incense smoke wafts through the sky chanting imprints on the mind step by step in mindfullness soft feet against sprawling carpet tales of the dhamma spun beneath clarity above

The kids catch the tail-end of the holiday films While parents tidy away the odds and ends, choose their best jeans and fix their hair. The new toys are now up in the bedrooms. A pink glow from the tree shines on for the new…