Hour 12 (2020)

One afternoon the last week in April* I sat and watched a flourescent world unfold outside a bus window it was the world I lived in, yet it was unfamiliar to the shaken husk of a person piloting my body into my apartment under my…

The worst of the best (prompt 12)

It was the best You were the best But the worst was that time You broke the cat’s back, When you rushed off, Tires screeching, to leave me, You didn’t see the cat in the wheel well, Nor felt the crunch I heard, All remaining,…

Prompt 12: Traveler

I always wanted to be a wandering traveler going to distant places and meeting new faces. Going to nations and places that I never been before. Eating some great food and seeing places that were aged by creation and mankind. And when or if I…

Heritage

To the civilization that is slowly losing its culture, This message is for you. To the parents that have spared the rod and spoiled the child, This message is for you. To the children that use a greeting for elders, to please each other, This…

Hour 12, Prompt 12 – First, harvest

She brought it all inside in a large basket The first harvest was all she hoped for Taking each eggplant and pepper up And cleaning the flesh between her soft hands   The water scattered earth around the sink And ran down in a little…

Paris

Paris me manque. I write in my book. Dreams of France, past journeys and new adventures. Scanning the pages of words written so long ago. Collected memories of old love made new again. Have I not sought you out again? Looked to you for advice…

Low Tide

Your love is inconstant and I’m uncertain if I care. Your moods roll like the Pacific and I am just a shell. I have washed up on your shore like a man once lost at sea. My soul cries out for yours. Won’t you set…

Hour 12!

When I looked at her I could see All that wild in her eyes She held the universe in her smile And it shined brighter than the sun But I could also see the things She tried so hard not to show The dark parts…

Hobbit Tale(inspiration from Tolkien)

In the hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit, that’s what I imagined, When I was young, I longed to be a fearsome Dwarf or Elven King, A ranger from whom goblins flee or wizard upon Eagle’s wing, But as of late, it seems…