Jesus.

He hurts me. Every. Single. Day.   He hurts me.   I can’t stop forgiving him. I tried for three years. I can’t stop.   At the end of every day, He is the one I want to talk to.   Prompt 16, Hour 16

Atlanta, London, Greece and back To London, Boston, ATL Then, thanks to my friend, C. Black, We flew to LAX, as well In all the lands I’ve ever been, There’s never been a man like you My birthday-neighbor-lovely-djinn Unnerving friend; respectful, true Serendipities may mark…

Everyone looked so small, I saw the clouds so closely, Windows seat, always favorite, Want to see how high I fly, The world looks little from above, Its problems too becomes small, Its almost like getting wings, Flying towards your destination…  

you hold my heart with two hands while yours is beating out of your chest

the salt breeze blowing through my hair mountains in silhouette at sunset and you.

Toast to the night It’s a big fight I wonder who will win Is it you or the wind Toast to the night When all that matters is bright Restless days it’s always! All rights reserved copyrighted(c)2020 Roxann A Harvey-Lawrence

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 1 pm 28/06 Australian EST Prompt 15: There are very few poems about air travel, even though there are a lot about driving, train travel, and subway commuting. Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about…

Imagine a simple lawn chair Awning extended overhead off to the sides Now imagine that this chair is magic and can take you anywhere you want to go The bare frame lifts and turns the propeller behind rocks us away from Giggle Hill Shortly Armand…

I will call them The Muffins. Glory creatures that are made from the heart of the earth. NAY You would say. They sound like Hawks and made of ROCKS Fear the Muffins, blase and cold. Cold as rocks, sounded like a hawk Fear the Muffins,…