Dinner Bell

Hot grease Sizzling in cast iron skillet Cold drinks Settled in icy cooler Fresh fish Heads still on Table set Diners arrive dripping sunshine

Love-Hour 12

Behind every veil, behind every self doubt, every angry moment I have tried to block the light, a curtain drawn across the face of love, Yet love always wins, It’s light remains undimmed Light unfolds, illuminates I light a candle in a darkened room I…

Porthole

white soda glass unwrapped household fists corners discard salt grit linen snap

7pm

Don’t go into the basement you might not like what you find They’ve always told me to not go down there, but they never explained why I shouldn’t Every single time I tried to they would redirect me such a frustrating concept Little girls shouldn’t…

Untitled

~On a line from Natalie Goldberg: Writing is an athletic activity.’   Writing is standing in the corner smoking a cigarette.   Is this where I’m supposed to work? An ant’s crawling across the floor.   There’s a pond nearby that athletic folks run past….

Strange Food, Prompt 9 – 9th Hour

9th Hour Strange Food – Prompt 9   I saw a firefly zoom by me, as if he were invited to drink and eat, of the porridge I just cooked. An aroma of unknown fare, captured his attention so much so, he was not aware…

prompt # 12 bowling alley

It was Friday Night The alley was hectic with huge parties taking turns bowling. At the end of the alley, there was a man he bowled with a serious face he was a serious bowler.   His right toe tapped the floor, behind his left…

Off this Road

She fell out of love with me.  Not long after she had to stay at home.  Lockdown. We split up far too long before any newsy talk of being husband and wife.  I met her not long before our troubles.  Not long enough for her…

Into the Wild

Amongst her sea of long black hair A tiny white gleam stares me down With eyes of wild green, she stares with such intensity For a few minutes, our hearts beat in sync Then hers starts to growing smaller and smaller The roof of the…

Prompt 11

I was the child of sea foam and storm I thrashed about my ocean In its safe and sultry darkness. hearing only echos of a distant land When I came too I cupped my ears The voices so shrill and loud The world bright like…