Click Clack No distractions   Paper, a ding Return it back   When I was eight I was given a typewriter Told it was Santa Claus’s That I was chosen   I typed every word I knew Even the ones I wasn’t supposed to say…

Rise “Hearts, weapons of Mass Intentions.” Doreen Dd Spungin Some of us become more vulnerable than others.Some enjoy the chase,others like the need for attention.Some of us lay within what defines the label of normal. Most mean no harm,while others thrive in negativity.Me, I am…

Jogging Along Jogging along the friendly path Trut, trut, trut, trut Early morning held sway Rhythm of the legs dissolving Into the rhyme of the ancient mariner While eyes falling into a pattern Like searching for a lost treasure Trut, trut Jogging back the same…

I see His nail-scarred hands the crown upon His head. Why was it He to suffer why not me instead?   He was not of wrongdoing but took the place for me. He bore my sin and sorrow That I could be set free.  …

prompt 15 hour 15 – air travel Flying it is   I was used to Greyhounds and the excitement of never knowing who would share the next seat for hours and hours of trips to places I was only half committed to go.   Planes…

Kya, the main character, a young one, spindly one. She, a knowledgeable one, knows more than she lets on, stronger than a bear. She looks over, way over yonder, where the crawdads sing, far from home: a stronghold.   A force not to be reckon…

I grow, you grow, we grow together, When you are down I will be there, Just lean on me when you are weak. Stronger, we are together, For our bond feeds our strength, The closer we are, the longer our bond lives. In this field…

prompt 14 hour 14 all my Mothers   “The land knows, you even when you are lost.” and I was so lost so very lost that summer – the summer after she was gone and we brought her home; dad and I.   truthfully, I…

I wonder, always wonder when will I grace your presence, O’ lush New Zealand. The Maori are your people, filled with dances like the haka and poi.  May I join you soon, I’ve been longing for far too long.

If I become a shadow, a dark form of my self: I won’t be, I won’t have the privilege to use my body. No commitment to the soul, no, no more.