He stands on the porch surveying the landscape Years of churning soil planting watering fertilizing They say women turn to gardening in the years after childbearing But in this household the role reversed My husband the laborer giving birth, nurturing, coddling Until now each plant…
Category: Miscellaneous
blacking out in central park
it’s too hot and you don’t drink enough water you see the joggers and bikers go by and wish you could be like them. active. committed filled with drive desire and determination instead you’re just a lazy daydreamer stoned and sweaty. stagnant. addled. is it…
Day
Day is the best part of the day When you can go outside and walk into the park with a book in your hands to read or recite slowly on your path When things are hard or easy to handle with carefree and love The…
Prompt Seven
Picture of ‘Kicking Horse Pedestrian Bridge’ in Golden, BC hearkening to a bygone era promises to keep one safe— the covered bridge
Hour 7: The Parliament of the Crows
the crows debate in their parliament the taste of bread crumbs and the old man who throws it he’s throwing more crumbs to the fish they need to change directions the crows discuss the white cat with the brown ear and green eyes out to…
7th hr image prompt: Till Death
Nothing will depart us We’re connected by hearts. The knot of love Till death— the rhythm of earth. They love each other so much They promise to lead life Here or there not a matter Till death— the tune of heart. They are sitting on…
Hour #2 Promises to Keep
I used to misfire as much as I wanted maybe that’s why the bang bang movies my Dad watches is my nemesis I jump like the bullets fired from the guns demand to watch something funny- that makes my tummy quake. Like that small earthquake…
The Lone Beachcomber-Prompt#7 Kimo Form
The Lone Beachcomber Evening sunset, all are gone, I am alone I enjoy this loneliness Tonight, the sand is mine.
Once more2pm
there are times that I want so bad to tell my story to someone ANYONE that would listen about everything that has happened to me –This again? I have tried so many times in the past- but no one listened why would they? –I don’t…
Hour seven
The thunder claps did not bother, the pouring rain could not dampen our spirits as we frolicked on our first weekend as newlyweds we’ve come here before with the children and didn’t we tear our hair pandering to their every need now it’s different we’re…