An old cowboy stood alone in the muddy street Gun at his hip and boots on his feet And he called out loud so that all could hear “I may be old but I don’t have any fear.” “Send out the best and fastest gun…

The first paragraph comes from T.S. Eliot’s Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Tell human voices wake us, and we drown. The sea is my comfort of present…

There’s goat on the hill He does what he will He’s a bit of a pill But it’s chill He’s a grumpy old bugger Kinda mean motherfucker, But for a goat, that’s kinda run of the mill He’s a great mountaineer, Has a long billy…

  Prompt 26 – Hour 21 The prompt this hour is simple: write a poem about an animal. It can be from the animal’s perspective, or from your perspective The sky darkens, the wind blows The peacock feathers bloom like a rose… Droplets pitterpatter on…

If I correct anything for my autobiography written by the Gods (and soon to be forgotten regardless) Let it be this: That despite all my faults executive disfunction and demotivation I really did try

Unicorn’s pride The white unicorn waits, suppressing its breath For its gladiator to rise Snorting in between to nudge him Together had they won many a battle Over plains and valleys, over kings and allies It knows how strong a heart master has And this…

Firefly Reflections   A faulty screen allowed the firefly to make his way, one night, into my room. After a bit of daze, and questions why, about the chamber he began to zoom   Soon enough he found the glass mirror’s shine and gamely studied…

cover me in dewy grey fur like her   lick the snowdrops from my belly   (i brought you a mouse today) 

Telling stories of the adventures I had years ago reminded me of the years i have behind me And I remind myself of how many years I have ahead of me and those good times only seem like a small collection of what is yet…

Was able to muster up the effort to do another minute poem.