She sits awaiting the coffee brew In her wicker armchair she waits The coffee swirls into the mug covering her white pants with brown stains scalding her, and she screams She screams, the coffee is hot the coffee burns her skin she floats up, up,…

Have you ever said yes when you really meant no? Did you ever agree to take part when you really didn’t have the time? Did you want to say no, but you were too afraid to offend? Well, being loved by all won’t be your…

I sit and wait here. I don’t know exactly why. Someone told me to.   Gena Williams

Hour 3 Haiku   Seasons to seasons, I feel the change in the air, Blowing wind, zip up.

“But the Lord God called to me and said to me ‘Where are You?’” (paraphrase of Genesis 3:9) To the One Who Hides this was not just any fear this fear had a name It is the fear of being found wanting Pursued by Life…

The contours of architecture, of roads, Of waterways and a good cooked meal Mimic the beauty of that mysterious thing That has baffled artists forever. Lines That are smooth, crevices that promise Paradise, eyes hidden behind a smile. All of it stands apart, the Outsider…

Sitting with legs crossed, centered in two concentric circles before the bottom drops, throwing settlers into disarray. Life’s often like that.

Because what else would be at the center of the circle but what I see [Prompt 3 – I do not understand the text prompt at all. Went with the photo.]

The Red Hand Paint The news avoids us while we fight to save ourselves. Women go missing children give up on growing up.   Our voices like mouse squeaks as we raise picket signs “MMIW”.   Only to be overlooked with misused references by pop…

I’m gonna be chillin Melting under the sun Say what? You don’t care ok then, let me be I’m gonna be chillin Flexin Being me under the sun