Spectres of monsters past Shades of Jabberwok And Babaduk Visit me in the wee hours Old monsters spent and tired Who’ve long since lost Their frightening power But another monster rises up From the depths to take their place Rapacious and malevolent With distilled malice…

I feel your breath in my air In my empty bed, my empty room Your scent reachs me from beoynd A mix of hunger, rose and mint Crawling up my nostrils Into my memories, pulling out tears Dreams and nightmares crowd my body My heart…

Crow creative problem-solver, undaunted by human encroachment, she uses traffic lights to crack her nuts and gather them only when traffic is stopped, prophetic symbol of transformation, soaring on wings of freedom linking the living and the dead, with gratitude. messenger of Lord Yama, ruler…

In twilight’s realm, where shadows play A ghostly figure fades away A specter from a distant past In whispers, memories steadfast.   A wisp of life, once bound to earth Now wanders, seeking second birth In spectral form, it haunts the night A spirit caught…

Hour 20 9/3/2023   “Renaissance Fair…”   The Garb …hell yeah, ’tis the Garb and the “steel’ of yesteryear outside, inside heart and whim.   It means a different world earned respect and civility. Rule of Law and responsibility. Making with pride Living in the…

Hour Eighteen: Haunting This library book must be long overdue, because I remember when you took it out years ago, Too ashamed to take it back? I’ll carry it for you. No? Why not? Don’t touch it?Don’t open it, don’t look in its center. Well…

Ghostie-Ghost, Come Out Tonight! Arms linked We marched around the yard Shouting and shivering In fear, in the dark One o’clock – no ghost! Two o’clock – no ghost! Three o’clock – no ghost! Somewhere in the bushes Or around the next bend A companion…

A pitcher plant attracts its prey With the smell of sweet nectar And bright, beautiful colors So the naive insect Falls through a trapdoor Into a pool of fluids And there it is broken down   Your smile Your laugh Your honey-sweet words All nectar…

I run across an abandoned place, On a signed erased by rain across the road. The house stand still despite it aged, The squeaking sounds and random cracks Breaks the silence. The old house speaks its language. It tells a story of an orhpanage On…

Hour Eighteen – Text Prompt Write a poem about a haunting, real, or imagined, detailed or abstract. Image Prompt – Ravens and Crows   You always know, when you see a crow Of the powers that they own For those who die, are unable to…