The Victrola My Father’s job took him from farm to farm Sometimes he came across treasures tucked away in barns One day he brought home a cabinet Victrola Four feet across and standing on spindly legs, it boasted two compartments for records and a front…

I light a cigarette And slowly blow out the smoke While sitting on the rooftop Of this Italian villa I’ve never been to Italy But being stuck inside for three months Has caused me to start daydreaming And making lists of where I want to…

the renewed feeling for freedom deepens in the cascading reality marvel of spirit engaging in the haven for new dawn seen in the spirit covered   gearing the pavement for questioning endlessly whispering from the soul collect much have been said in the news point…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 3 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 17; Hour 17: Write a poem about a form of technology that is obsolete or is headed that way. The technology could just be referred to in passing, like a telephone booth,…

Water from the sky, Fortuitous for us soggy chunks of carbon We dance until we’re thirsty then We drink and give thanks And the lightning Evidence of the lost technology of the gods flashes and cracks its threats As if to say “Although our time…

  Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue   Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder– with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of…

VCR Flip phone Flo-bee BetaMax Segway left you a message on your answering machine

Across the miles of new beginning challenges in the pavement of ardent desires the tremors of conflict in the pavement of new question carving in the discussion for future notion movement for new leadership clarity in the addresses for the spirit covered seen in the…

The unexpected message Which gets you out of the house And causes you to have your first hug in three months Followed by long conversation About family Gets you behind in your poetry marathon Catch up!

Great dics of bronze along sandy banks reflecting the light for the holy masses. Let there be light, but in darkness, in night, oil lamps, torches, we’ve always craved light in deepest dark, but the disc remained, bright, small, yet slowly forgotten reflected light.