While driving my daughter to school in the early morning hours of a freezing November day, in a grave tone of voice she quietly said to me “Mom, we need to talk.” I shot a look at her in the passenger side seat, and seeing…
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Hour 18; Prompt 18: Halloween 1989: The Hunch Back of St. Stanislaus
I dressed as Quasimodo one year Borrowed a port wine blouse from my aunt Stuffed a pillow over my right shoulder under the blouse Slapped some crude makeup and cigarette ash on my face And into the night I crept…well, mostly just walked I crept…
Summer Holiday
In one week it’s July the 4 The world is fine, I throw open the doors Start a celebration of a different kind Opening the house, heart and mind Building the life I had dreamed Long before it was lost to quarantine Joyous marking of…
Prompt 11 Onward Bound
Sometimes life shifts and regardless we float forward either holding on or letting go but still time moves with or without us I drift to places with beautiful views I would rather be in pictures with Gearing up to drink water from mountain tops turning…
Hellish Beauty
I wish I were pretty With long eyelashes Dark as a hellhound’s eye Long as Hell’s longest tunnel And red ruby lips Flaming like hellfire. If only my eyes glimmered Like a sinner’s while sinning And my skin glowed Like the riches of the dead-…
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2am
it seems like just last year you were a little baby brought into this world all cute and adorable I blinked You started kindergarten learning colors and ABCs learning so many things like reading, math, and sports I blinked You went to junior High still…
10:00a.m Finishing of school-finishing of friendship
She was the one to feel regret for closing the school’s doors, the rest of classmates will eagerly run through suffocating school’s walls, in opposite she searched for pretext to stay longer but in vain, her friend was among those escaping school as heavy rain….
Prompt 10
Some things you can push through and ignore but others are a loss that you can’t even brush off There are triggers and your body punches you causing you to self inject from reality You learn to live in pain In loss and you stop…
Easter
My family was not religious as I grew up Nor are they now But we always celebrated Easter Kites flying above Eggs filled with trinkets Baskets hidden in the dryer, we always forget Toys with a toothy rabbit Chicks on the cheap plastic…