pulse pounding, face flush trembling hands dance anxiously longing for The Rush bloodshot eyes stare aimlessly waiting for words to appear   (A tanka is a five line poem where the syllable count for each line is as follows: 5/7/5/7/7.)

Strange how, the perspective of two people, engaging in the same conversation can be worlds apart.

Image Prompt: Prompt for hour 2 The day, the Night, the rising— setting suns Are merging— now and then. I witness the, synchronicity— of us. Are we all not synchro-nauts, warped in time?    

Why disguise the lies history books may deny oral traditions   while native children rise again to remind us past crimes are still here   don’t let fear they breed continue to bury truth remains will be seen

He licks all the time loves my edamame, whines begs for food and anything from mommy.   Give this dog a bone it’s a favorite a treat, you say? by your side, then away before you know it.   But this guy’s a Chiweenie they’re…

My world is little choosing who to let in depends on that role I am playing at that time As I grow less importance is placed on things I can visually see To find truth the eyes stiffen you like a wax figure that sparkle…

A six year old caught on the fly, Did you dump that out? I don’t know, comes the reply. Really? Is that a lie? Through dimples and giggles you hear, Yeah. You roll eyes at the cuteness, saying, Go, with a sigh. He then dashes…

COVID-19 is nobody’s friend, it took everybody by surprise when it appeared. No one knows from where it truly came, but it touched so many name by name. There is a lot of fear and trepidation all around; yet we can’t give up because there…

He showed up one morning in my front yard. You could tell from his looks life had been hard. He was a hairless pup that was naked and afraid. His skin was weathered, no attention was paid. A sweater I took from my own dog’s…

The communion starts soon Sunday fefe long- lasting hours The sunlight at eve still we rise again A praise shouting evening on this night grace Dawn’s Blueberries muffins Glazes on the table tops Soft whispering into her ear like soft cotton candy Angel speaks In…