Winter’s Friend

Winter’s Friend   In dreams Gliding untethered Across clear ice Turning A crisp whoosh To stop then bow   Blue wool hat Edged with Gentle white fur Falling as feathers A perfect holy Angel   Rolling snow orbs Fashioning a Winter’s friend Wrapping the Red…

What To Write

What to write What to write This is what crosses my mind As the last episode of Bones plays And my site screen in front of my face Working Working Living Living Living So, how are you doing?   Copyright © 2019 by Angelica Stevenson…

Wild Life Tale (prompt 27 and 28, Hour 22)

My sister’s first mistake was to buy a house with her ex-husband. Her second was to buy that house, with a pool. We were raised on the coast—fished, swam and surfed. So sand crabs and jellyfish, sea urchins and sharks were just part of our…

Failure

Failure isn’t the Worst Thing. There are plenty of things I wouldn’t rather be. More still I wouldn’t rather do. Failure isn’t the end. This isn’t Self Help. It is an End. It bites like a horsefly as you drift off to sleep. But you…

Tale of Childhood

1. After a dark night, There’s a surmise. Although the moon is bright And the stars infinite, With the darkness I fight. 2. After a hug tight, There’s a surprise. Although the kiss is just right And the smiles infinite, The love gives me a…

Prompt 29/H23-4-12

Four Carefree and friendly Eager to experience A fan of rocks and drawing Six Friendly and friendless Getting into trouble Interested in reading Eight Working hard, more awkward Voracious in two kinds of appetite Constantly lied to and accused Ten Always in trouble Friendly and…

Yellow yellow

A yellow jacket swarm swimming in the birch-beech copse, corpulent corpse clears us all from its mind. A feebly fumbling fellow fawns over such luck, lacking decorum, lackadaisical, limber and lithe and lonesome. Loathesome fellow he in that yellow jacket feral and frightening and fit…

Land of Haven and Fated Death

Land of Haven and Fated Death Virginia Carraway Stark Spades played on spades Dominoes crash On the square by the sea Where white means death Beauty is a tomb And creation is a cruel fate They say nothing is impossible Is it merely a cruel…