City Cottage

sweltering summer heat we sink into midday lethargy that strange sensation wanting to move yet completely unable puddling into a fleshy porridge mask our efforts under the paltry breeze of folded newspapers fanning fanning fanning until the first firefly rises promising a show for our…

An Inclusion and SeclusionTale

Taking the heat for not wearing a face mask, for not saving time in a bottle, for problems transmitting Zoom to teens, using the virtual classroom model, for sinking into the depths of a quarantine-induced, stay-at-home-lethargy, for longing for once upon a time (three months…

5pm

Im not going to lie Mothers day really hurts this time You’re not here to celebrate it with I can’t give you flowers or a kiss no cheesy card or hand made gift. all I can do is just sit here and reminisce think about…

A Rustling in the Woods – Hour 9 Prompt

For my Emily Grace   In the heat of summer, a strange tiding brewed. Past the cottage, near the treeline where I camped, I heard a ghastly noise. The noise reminded me of a cross between a cat fight that was going wrong and a…

2020 Marathon Hour 9 – Forever Your Surfboard

The little one clings my bare back, The less-little one counts down from 3. I jump, the gasp from above lets me know for a moment, my smallest child’s Smiling face touches the sky. I spread my arms and splash into the water, Plunging to…

Hour 9, Stranger Danger

*Use at least five of the following ten words in a single poem: strange, firefly, bottle, cottage, heat, mask, zoom, treeline, porridge, lethargy Stranger Danger Don’t pay the ferryman in this fairytale that strange one will carry you to death. A firefly in a bottle…

Balance

BALANCE __________________________________ The Scales will tip As life’s complexities Weigh your hinging arms … The Earth will tilt As it carves it’s celestial curve Grounding your clay feet … The current will shift As time winds its path Cleansing your tidal heart … The wheel…

Prompt Eight

Oh, Captain, my captain; the wind blows high and rocks the ship, but I know we will reach land. Though the fight is hard — no bells to ring a death knell — we’ve faith in your steady hand. Against this storm you will keep…

9 – Mom, this year…

She doesn’t take my calls anymore. She “… just doesn’t feel like talking right now.”  ever. Her needs are bigger now than a year ago; her wants are small and mostly focused on ignoring her needs. I don’t know her anymore, It has been a…