Some call it poetry, others a woke of art but you call it life, you don’t just see it as images or words you feel the presence like your heart is burning like you were created for this many a times i have been moved…

The Yellow Telephone Booth The Yellow Telephone Booth Now a stand-alone monument A lot of talk and carried-away gestures Concealed like a visitor’s book People wanting to be wired now Hold each other in their pockets (without wires) Coveted glances once upon a time Worn…

Mother had promised I would spend the holiday breaks At my uncle’s place The holiday came but Mother lost her face While in the kitchen she had an accident That singular act sent everything backwards Had she not been hospitalised towards The resumption of school…

I should have muscles its been over 2 decades since I started wearing it Still I do it daily as a morning routine pampering my armpits Without it, Perspiration will have you smelling like a yellow onion chopped baked in the sun we all want…

No Saying Goodbye Twice ~willjxn~. I calculate the time it takes To reach into your mind. I hear your song of loneliness, Read on your face its line.   Where are the people we once— new, Is Charity with you? Have friends betrayed your innocence?…

If Dad had been alive he would not have appreciated us. He had hunted enough in his lifetime. He knew the scents of wild animals. He could smell a feral thing like us and would have picked up on us right away. He would have…

i wish i was elsewhere i wish i was anywhere i wish i was home i wish i was in the river i wish i was asleep i wish i was awake i wish i was drunk i wish i was sober for the rest…

prompt 18 hour 18 thanklessgiving   picking turkey carcasses from garbage cans abandoned in alleys dirtier than the shirt stretched over his thinning frame, he prayed for something not decayed enough to poison him again on this thanklessgiving, again, alone but not alone with the…

Oh, Summer Solstice longest day of the year We’ll enjoy more sunshine Let’s go out and play Frolicking with Fae   Creative fires burning Celebrate the harvest coming As forbidden fruits, keep growing   Elder knowledge, flowing Mother Earths heartbeat Audibly humming Buzzing

“For years the idea haunted me, and that night it returned more insistently than ever” I wish I was an equalizer one that changes dialogue not one who has to walk on unfinished floors answering where did you come from questions One that doesn’t have…