Dog named Lumpy looks patiently on the bedspread Sweet little thing wearing laurels waits for its turn Hour 13 @varenyas

The Aggressive Giraffe “I can’t believe the library is closing early today. Everyone must get out of my way,” Barked Annie, the aggressive giraffe. “A three-day weekend with the kids off at camp. My husband laid up with writer’s cramp. I need a new book…

The throbbing pain, the deafening noise, and bright lights. Its everywhere, they are everywhere, where to escape? Whom to escape from? Today’s far away land and tomorrow’s hell, it’s all the same. Maybe its some game, maybe this is life. Chains and tiny cubicles, torture…

Prompts for Hour Thirteen  Write a poem about a time when something really bad happened…that later turned out to be a good thing. – a prompt by Harvey Schwartz It didn’t seem to make much sense. We had our home and work. Our son decided…

On my epitaph what will be there? Day I night I cry for it for I know what will be there. Though I work for the best word but what is yet to come Is very still untrue. What will be the word of remembrance?…

3 Chihuahua haikus Ears as big as legs giving all herself to you love in a dog suit. Stars upon my back tiny, but don’t you be fooled I’m ready to fly. little one, your ears so alert, your eyes so big ready for what’s…

They told us (with straight faces) to ‘prepare for the worst’ that with too much excitement dear Grandpa could burst But they could not protect him from dangerous gas from poorly-timed hiccups or farts in the bath And, much like those rogue bubbles that rose…

Thanks for coming by Its really great to see you Yeah, we shouldn’t wait so long next time It’s a strange thought to think You think of me when I’m not around Or even to have an opinion So to find, when I step outside…

Disaster Death, divorce, desertion, depression, name your disaster and I’ve had it. Childhood abuse led to adulthood abuse, and a widening chasm in my first marriage became the demilitarized zone that began with the death of a baby. Depression spiraled year upon year, further and…

Hour 6 Windows, looking back Windows, looking back I wonder if they are two-way. Now from the outside, the Drapes drawn heavy Only obscure the View within. Looking back I can Observe what passed inside Only I did not grasp what Keeping truth of me…