Having lost   She relives the moment each day, puttering around the kitchen, believing there are still six mouths to feed instead of only one. The pantry is full   with canned goods past expiration dates and cupboards overflowing with unopened Items bought on a…

Prompt Hour Six Feet talk. They say where. They say how— far high, deep slow fast —you go Your brain says to your feet; “I wonder”, and your feet takes the lead— to wander. To see new things. to go— beyond what you already know….

Cool freshly wet sand under my feet Not yet too warm sun breaking stained glass blue over Hale’akala, exploring my early face, directing shadows into every crease. Ancient lava rock up over up over Navigating kiawe trees kiawe thorns kiawe thoughts Turning higher sun hot…

I’m fine I’m OK Anything to keep you from learning the truth my dirty little secret I’ve fallen once more ruined my good work and the bitch of it is No one will know understand or care I don’t know how to explain it to…

as if your breath could contain the world to bridge me to pieces of myself lost to you in the folds of the leather in your back seat staring at the world meant to join us in between all those moments we promised we would…

Their eyes met as they had done then the band began to play and her feet fell in step with his like they had done decades ago. They danced to their own tune their heartbeats making up for the lost conversations. The years in between…

So what makes you think I’m a millionaire? take a closer look at yourself because I don’t give a fuck? about your money your fame? about other people’s fame in my legacy? how many people you call devotee? Because I walk in power and purpose?…

I don’t have a title. I don’t have a poem. There isn’t one hiding in the backgrounds. I think we are both still simmering from an earlier interruption. Have you ever been in the throws of passion, just about to reach that volcanic explosion; ready…

Mitch Brown Hr 6 Taking my time Taking my time, seeing the sun, feeling it on my face. Hearing the soft footpads, making me slow my pace. Listening to the wind as it brushes past the trees Stopping to say thank you, falling on my…

I wonder, If I move along slowly Will I make it To my destiny on time Strolling along In the autumn breeze The wind Blowing through my hair On the side of the creek A crinkle of leaves Underneath my feet so bare I know…