How to Prepare for 24 Hours as a Poet

How to Prepare For 24 Hours as a Writer Poet In 3 Easy Steps   Step 1 Rise Shake off the rot sleep, tuck your nightmares dreams to bed, dust away the cobwebs, fill the cat bowls, greet the dread sun, slowly rising, and accept…

No Bread Crumbs, Hour One Image Prompt

No Bread Crumbs She brought us out here yesterday, we still do not know why. Our plaintive cries echoed, lost, alone, among the trees so high. My phone had GPS, mama once said, but no signal could be found. We stumbled through the cloying fog,…

Late Night by Pams

Late Night When the moon is up your sleepless voice wafts from the little churchyard I turn away from the cold sheets to find your warm letter lying still beside me the last one you sent that April before you died and after those years…

Hour 1

Maybe the darkness holds answers to the questions you have been searching for in the light. Darkness is not scary… it is just absent of light. You bring your light and accompany me in my darkness. We will build a house and call it friendship…

Early Dawn

The early dawn today with almost no hint of light is met with slamming doors binging truck revving engine reverberating motorized boat cawing crows squawking jays croaking bullfrogs roaring jet plane inkling smoke quieting worry    

Hour 1-Love of My Life

The daily longing of my words shelter the fear inside keeping me from the thing I am it’s becoming harder to hide   It is my life, it is my heart I live for the joy it brings when I cannot find the words I…

Hour One: Antecedents

Antecedents I walked into the morning Sun not yet eyes opened weight around my shoulders a black hole sucking me in heavy hands pressing me \ curling head bowed The first seam of light split over the horizon drawing me up I lift my chin…

HOUR 1: EIGHT YEARS OLD

Eight years old and Frozen in a candy store Aromas of cherry And licorice Wrap around me Like a corset I’m crushed in An avalanche A flood of colors A cascade of chocolate This deluge This ocean This bottomless Pit of possibilities While my sister…

Monster8am

Sometimes I smile because the monster in my head is quiet no one the wiser But then there are times where it runs loose and I smile because the real me shines through See? See the real me yet? I’m not normal and I don’t…