Prompts Hour Seven Saint Norma Lee Norma Lee’s a square lady, a carpenter’s saint. She’s never untrue, all things wrong in restraint.   If you’re wanting an icon of what’s rightful and true. Pray Saint Norma will guide you in all that you do.   She’ll…

paper lies in the beginning there was love and land and all those relations held together by wants and longing to be better in places closer to all the truths humans thought they knew until they didn’t hear the voice of Love until they killed…

growing up batman was always my hero but the joker felt real   one weaponized white privilege the other became the system’s victim

Big dreams Big schemes Ruined by war Marry often Marry for profit Always wanting more Do it yourself Don’t settle for less Break men’s hearts And deal with the mess Persist though famine and drought Never wanting to be without He would stand all he…

She is our wild world allegory mourns we weep as she burns to ash

Like a snake swallowing an egg I unhinge my jaw And take in all of What you have to say   And I also Try to swallow It whole Eyes open Unflinching   I feel my skull expand As your words Force there way into My…

A hero named Miles taught school in Staggerford, Minnesota. Around him, a cast of teachers and students. Bright students, dull students, creative students, boring students, bored students, and the daughter of the bone woman. Outside of class, Miles was a mild Midwesterner. He roomed with…

who has more hot air from above as so below kneel before their show   look up ye shall rise look down on those below you now you are divine   beyond this narrow nature views how humans skew the lessons she gives

Burial   You buried your cat in your backyard, only you put him in a casket. Yes, a tiny   little casket with a shrine underneath a small tree. You loved him more   than any human, more than your wife, your siblings, your parents….

  Ah… the sun The ultimate commander of humility and the tales we have spun   Continually restoring life But spelling death too defining acceptance and obedience Cutting the air with a knife   Is our sky a desert Where caped corpses laugh at our…