First tornado siren goes off: Hurry. Hurry. Pack it light and fast. Grab only what you need, what will last. We’ve far to trek so boots will be best, they are good for hiking, We’ll give them a test. Following day, reaching through the rubble,…
Category: Miscellaneous
Telling me what you think of Walking a Crampy Road
Telling me what you think of Walking a Cranny Roa You said it is sometimes the crawling of a snail on the wall. Other times, it is a bird ceasing to fly in the midst of thorns but footing along them. See, we are close…
Hour Six, Pandora’s Heart Song Prompt
Seventeen Year Cicada This is the year they break through once again, seventeen years as nymphs underground will come to an end. Their years long, dark preparation, feeding on the roots of their life giving trees, will cease when they burst their way forth into…
Has Left the Building
For 10 days it was suspended above the Earth it cried everyday and night saddened over the world or confused and scared who could say most said ‘both’ with a shrug they formed religions to it, tossing their Bibles until the hyper giant tears flooded…
Love Song
Sweetly sing your song, tug at the strings of my heart, breathe love with your words.
The Little Warrior (For J.)
Valiantly did the little warrior stride across the mat full of pride til he was immediately put on his side A wound he could not hide. The second round begun Renewed, not going to run Shot out like a bullet from a gun This match,…
Brain Fog
just clearing the way may the bridge finally see forge the better path afar is too far distance spans towards happenstance anxious fears steer clear frozen glass glazes gravity pulls clarity i can see the bridge
Prompts hours two: Island
Island on a bay In long Island Florida Sandy beach we stand Restaurant’s and clubs to go to and from. Laid back corners And in seats To dance on floor like two love birds All night long
First-born Tendency
First-born Tendency “I’ll barrio as well those in South Bronx.” Ruben Estrada I wish the two of you held a closer bond. Truth is I don’t know your history, your son may not either. Why you left him at a young age. Your family love…
Overdose
I spit your pills out like bullets I hope they hurt bouncing off your face red, black, purple and it’s all the fucking same depressing little theories life: a little game You poisoned me for a moment trying to force the pills in again bring…