Music leads the way in which we move, think and create. As India encourages us to “Get it together.” Embracing our uniqueness and undocumented beauty. Standing in formation while I’m telling these tears, “Go and fall away, fall away”, oh, may the last one burn…

(don’t worry, I know the word. It’s clever, get it?) I often wonder, (get it now?) more now than when things were comfortable If I went to get groceries, but instead of going back to an apartment, in a city that feels cramped despite its…

I sing a song beyond the sea where feathers float on dreams and cactus flowers bloom. Where lazy afternoon hours sneak glimpses at sunset. Where time has no meaning for it counts itself in breaths, and clouds of many colors drift just out of reach….

A poem made of emojis? Emojis?! Pictures are not words! How does one make a poem with emojis? Well I guess that I can try… It may not look pretty And it may not make sense, But here is a poem made of emojis. If…

I’ve never been to the Azores but they beckon me. Small, gracious, resplendent, Atlantic archipelago, fiercely independent, tiny islands of breath-taking hydrangea-bordering, green meadow, mountain lacunae, cloud-filled, like hookah puffs adrift, I breathe your lyrical language in my sleep, ever since your letter, 38 years…

The transformation came so fast At a warehouse party moving dancing laughing Shoved and pushed to the floor Stench of death hit before the ferocious gnawing Tried flailing couldn’t move couldn’t grab couldn’t claw – all numb hands stopped working Tried screaming couldn’t speak couldn’t…

I have dissipated into air. I smile at sun and shine on dewy blossoms. I look into horizons of anguish and false smiles of survival and relish spring breezes – the scent of voodoo rose. It’s been a long rendez-vu in verdant pastures of blissful…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 9am Australian EST Prompt 11: Write a poem about or set in a place you have never been to. It could be a real concrete location, or something more metaphorical, imaginary or fictional – somewhere over the rainbow…

I stretch my spirit into blue, catching the breeze, l let my self fall and drift, with its breath. There are some moments we move as one the flow, the dip, the trust, in fine bone and feather, tracing invisible stories over and through sunrise…

Blue skies shine bright White wispy clouds smile A summer delight If only awhile White wispy clouds smile Over specks of sandy shells If only awhile Playing in the turquoise swells Over specks of sandy shells Dancing my cares away Playing in the turquoise swells…