The air in the wind grinds your nostril into an Ammonium confirmed compound of lost. You do not choke and you do not falter. A street with ghosts must only gather A confederation of darkness, your skin Kind is the first to assemble. Ghosts are…

ONE DAY AT A TIME I will write another spell of words To share with You I will collect the stories Shape them into sentences I will infuse random thoughts With inspiration I will gain the courage to tell You more About my life in…

written for a friend TW :: Sexual matters There’s a place where I keep all of my secrets where no one sees them unless I invite them in I don’t just trust blindly anymore It’s taken me a long time to cultivate the courage to…

(or, The Menagerie pt. 3)   It started with a cornsnake named for a park back in Ashland who escaped his collapsed tank and vanished into the unknown. Quite a few nights were spent lining the kitchen walls with flour In hopes of finding a…

I am a care giver for my aging mother. Not much humor in that. Bittersweet at times maybe, frustrating, yes! But funny not so much.   If it were anyone else’s mother with dementia I might find humor in how this lady dresses now. She…

they have curves length height, just the right height shaped aerodynamically ridged undersurface to grip better i slip them on no thought about the science behind their being my slippers

I play the accordion. In a band. Yes, I’ve heard all the jokes: “definition of perfect pitch?” (accordion tossed into a dumpster) “don’t leave your accordion in the car” (someone will break in and leave another one)   Whatever.   My friend who is also…

Early morning wake ups are part of the norm, dragging myself out of the bed takes on many different forms.   I make my way to my room to prepare for my day, wondering what’s in store for me and what my students will say….

The moonbeam strikes down As if it were chaos and secrets Not knowing what hope it brings Nor the torment it shines on- Only hoping to be as bright as The day is remembers it became whole  

Prompt 12 – Closet   The Closet   The closet is where his clothes hang his favourite dinosaur T-shirts his favourite shorts too. Stuffed teddys sit on top guarding it watching over him, from time to time he’ll check for monsters kids imaginations can run…