7th Hour A Season to Stand -Prompt 7 Counsel of the suffering, the winds of change are upon us, Blowing against the climate of discontent and disparity, Adversities growing to heights as tall as the high-minded privileged, And as low as the mucky seed of…

2020 Hour #10:  Dirty Little Secret   I’m going to tell you a secret- I don’t mind being locked down during the pandemic I was made for just this type of isolation Shaped small enough to fit in this confinement.   I am in no…

shadows all afternoon here now a butterfly too no hands no eyes no legs no mouth moonshadow most days this shadow calls on me but she never overstays it did not take long for the shadow to find me library books

In the night, the lake is a bottomless mirror, a celebration with fireworks and beer. A ride in the back of a friend’s jeep, bumping along a potholed logging road at a high speed. Stoned on weed, a sore spot on my breastbone had me…

It was in the common room Of the Graveston, where I first set eyes on you, And of course, I knew That which I had to do But, in that moment, looking down at you, Eyes so deep brown, I could see through Them, surrounding…

There’s always a silver lining, be it shrouded in pain. Every loss brings a gift of gain, A perspective not often shared. Sightedness depends not on eyes But rather, on soul vision Sound waves hitting our ears Don’t always ring true It’s that intuition in…

The sunshine won’t carry me to my dreams but I sure would like to ride those golden rays out towards my future. The sun won’t bring me any joy but I want to spread my wings like a butterfly in the warm fields. The sunbeams…

If I were to lose all I had if all would be wiped away. I know that You would still be there for everything, I needed each day.   Although all my prayers were not answered the way I thought they would be. And one…

It’s Not a Fair Request Ann WJ White The song reverberates around the soothing sound of music. People nod and hum along, A song of loss, but acceptance. I will not accept. My heart beats with a slide, a murmur, the wall thickens, the prison…

  The moon’s shadow comes and goes, waxes and wanes, and ebbs and flows, Thus, if I ever lose my hands, my work, those I love, or else my place of birth. I pray that I might see God’s master plan as my missteps make…