i heard there’d be lush forests, sunny skies and sunny sun lit skies, honestly this places still feels like Monday with extra glitter, how the sky glooms and the stones wet from previous rains, present is a thick forest filled with poison ivy, alive she…

There’s A Place The land is green As far as one can see. High upon a hill He stands almost still. Behind the handsome loving one Lit by the shining sun … Is my castle true, Red brick and lavender blue. It’s a storybook home,…

Alone at sea, Not even a star in the sky Floating without direction, Just the waves to abide by.   Everything is dark, Even the compass is broken, The lonely vessel bobs about, Empty, abandoned, forsaken.   Maybe it had a glorious past, Maybe it…

The tropical heat percolated on the small of her back, It was the early 60s, in Trenchtown.   The flies bothered them only in the morning, In the night, they clung to the ceiling and watched them make love.   His dreadlocks the color of…

Protagonist It’s our Wednesday night workshop, creative writing group meets via Zoom until the governor allow libraries to open after this pandemic has finally passed. We’re virtual so no masks required but Robert – don’t call me Bob or Bobby or may fairies and sprites…

A Red Fantasy I have been up in the mountains I have traveled on the sea. I have been to far off countries But there’s one place I’d love to be. I want to visit Mars one day The red planet, so far away I…

(a warrior’s song for Onweald, part of the fantasy series I have in publication; this is a combo of two prompts, the pictures from earlier (I think prompt #5) and prompt #11 for a fictional place) By Sandy Lender     When burning fog of…

HOME. One day I will come home to you. Where my first father’s lived Between the two ridges wide apart Separated by the great historic valley I will walk in your dew filled grazing fields Where cattle feed all day And go back to rest…

Those who know, know. A place like a mystery, Where everything has a history, Here time spins like a wheel, It never ends, It doesn’t heal.   Everything is connected they say, But how? Is it possible to travel in time? Possible to make it…

I used to pride myself in the bold statement that I had no interest in Cat Stevens   To me  he was in the oeuvre of middle-aged white men toting acoustic guitars and singing droopy songs   One day annoyed by my hollow decrees my…