The flash-bang panic of the hour nearly missed, lost in the nostalgia of wearing down the W button all to play at being a wolf without even knowing that I was learning.   How much in my brain has roots in those young obsessions I…

At Rest The image is meant to soothe, inspire tranquillity, deep thought transcending a world in turmoil and outer chaos. Empty bottles are artfully staged with generic meditation statues devoid of life, as is the corpse- like person displayed as though on a coroner’s slab,…

“What do you think?” 4 stanza © A. Potter ~2021 Hour 4 : The Poetry Marathon Book chosen: Erma Bombeck “Family- the Ties that bind and gag” [last line: what do you think] What do you think Oh, interrogatory the mind endlessly spinning Calmly creating…

He soaked in a tub of hot water, lavender essence, ginger root shavings, and a few drops of rosemary oil. He closed his eyes listening to the soft music of Ravi Shankar— sitar and a female voice, and some flute. His mind wandered back to…

Hidden in my uncle’s house A time capsule of a hundred letters, cards, postcards. I wrote them all to Grandma.   Each one began with an apology: I’m sorry I haven’t written.

I can’t stay here I want to- I want to see where life takes you But I can’t Sounds so final but you’ve made up your mind I can’t change it But you can Please, there’s still time It’s not my choice this time There’s…

Opening with metaphor an ivory cage, Things never meant to be discovered, Continually buried deeper by myself Objects too dark yet too piercingly bright Relegated to what shouldn’t matter Yet feel it stronger the more I look away.

If I could save time in a bottle I’d like to   Everyday til eternity   Make the days Last forever   Words, make wishes come true   Walk through the fields of Time   ~ flows   Saved like a treasure Around long enough…

Puzzled Possession Source: Poe, Edgar A, and Jacob Schwartz. The Purloined Letter. London: Ulysses bookshop, 1931

When he said War is all hell, That was his heart’s truth Maddened by the carnage And the gadfly press He sank into morbid thoughts and shrank from command Until a rough-hewn tanner’s son Awkward, unworldly, prone to Dissolving his discomfit in drink Yet confident,…