Hey Hollywood, way out west golden highway, you hot mess have I missed your glam, your impersonators? glitter like a tranny golden apple? I want to know your drag, your yellow bricks I want to know your bowl, your bright sequins tassels and tiny light…

You take me by the hand  and lead me to the moon There we ride low to high and loop de loop Through the crowds, you’re by my side I never have to worry We take our time,  there is no rush We let the…

Our Gods are not the same But if you ask me To pray for you, I will I’ll pray to the sun To gift you a warmth That will spread across your chest When the world feels too cold I’ll pray to the moon To…

There’s a better place than here, I said. It’s at least twelve times prettier, And it has twelve days in every week. There are twelve rainbows after every storm Instead of, maybe, only three. The hourglasses are twelve hours long, I reminded him, Just like…

If I could reach the land untouched by man and unkissed by human feet If I could touch time and hold it in my hands and turn it back If I could place the world on my shoulders and move the pieces forward as I…

Like Old Faithful, which I have never visited, I get notifications of new sites to explore via Atlas Obscura, a wondrous travel page for eccentric treasures and places over the world, each one tantalizingly more far away and remote, suggesting a reality outside the realm…

Into Japan I’d like to roam amidst cherry blossoms’ sweet perfume konnichiwa as I kowtow when meeting those in kimono at giant red torii respectfully gaze and simple Buddhist shrines amaze its food, my favorite sushi bites red and orange, black and white the shodo,…

Acidic state of mind like it’s 1967 Damn Trustafarians Boho fashion victims stuck in drum circle repatitions Totally blissed out Peace and love and DMT vape pen hits Masquerading as insight Up all night candyflipping to the rhythm Of a drug-induced spiritual blackout What’s that…

I want to stay away from the USA I know not all of it is fundamental religiosity But I have no burning curiosity to see A land happy in origin of its rejection of me Its symbols are crashing and being torn Down beneath banners…

Hour 11 (Marathon Prompt – write about a place, real or fictional, that you have never been. I am using the acrostic poem style)   KINDNESS CORNER   K    Kindness found here day and night I      Individuals see no need to fight N    Never a…