The unexpected message Which gets you out of the house And causes you to have your first hug in three months Followed by long conversation About family Gets you behind in your poetry marathon Catch up!

how to talk about typewriters?   telling kids I learned to type on a typewriter is a great way to boost my mood – they never really know what that is and I never really know how to describe it: like a computer but not….

I am the forerunner Without me, Your songs are not portable Your music is incomplete Your world is tune deaf I am the one battling for existence Without me You cannot remember old songs You cannot dance to your favourite tunes Your world is dead…

Today is the day, Time to take that test, Hopefully, you studied well. At the door your tech is confiscated, But luckily, they are kind enough to give you a dictionary, And then it sinks in, how do you use it? A gigantic book sitting…

Heat radiates from your body, as I caress the soft curves of your porcelain skin. You make my heart quicken with desire. I’m mesmerized by the fullness of your body. Your aroma exhilarates my senses. My lips caress your curves eagerly, and my anticipation of…

Death met me with a snifter of cognac and nod of his head. He was sitting patiently between my parents enjoying the flavor of an unlit cigar. He had been waiting with my parents for hours in the small airport terminal. My father paced the…

Plane Trip taking off from the airport and landing at the place of choice is but a matter of two breaths: in between there are clouds where essence of life is laid out. Hour 15 @varenyas

Lie down here with me. Bring the basket from the hall. Don’t ask me to stop.   Elizabeth Fellows 6/27/2020, 7pm

  24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”   The Irish Stewing   In France it’s Boeuf Bourgignon In Hungary it’s Goulash so hearty And Belgium, Carbonnade a la Flamande But in Ireland, it’s just stew, still hearty   One simmered in wine The other a paprika…

prompt 16 hour 16 the “l” word   open arms to a closed heart reaching out to places hidden, knowing there was more there than met the eye in the mirror that looked more like mine than yours.   holding me up without me knowing…