She, seated on the bed might it have been half-past five? she said separated from what was to be arteries, body ticking like a watch’s plea.   A double march going crime on one side, justice knowing tho’ not afraid, shuddered she of what was…

Note: I love both the prompts 23 and 24 of the Hour 19 … so please let me write poems on both prompts ! Prompt 23 – Rewriting Beginning and End poem with a positive vibe…************** In the beginning there was Darkness… In the end…

The moon has risen high tonight. Although it wanes, it still shines bright. Energized by its lunar light, I bask in moon glow as I write.

Dear Sandi, as a teenage dreamer the first man you love is not a keeper   the art school path was just passé instead a four year college may win a better job today   You need not look like models fair a thousand calorie…

The part of her that was your lover has nearly dissipated. The part of her that you could calm with a smile  or a wink, her sweetheart part, she buried along with you three years ago. She is raw and untamed, unflinchingly callous. She is…

-In response to “Giving A Fuck”- Dwelling upon these systems of control Is hypocritical Because an obsession with oppressive systems of control is in itself a form of control An activist becomes reactionary Anti-fascist, anti-racist, anti-war… But what are you FOR? The only way to…

Neurosis (Companion to The Age of Innocence – Hour 9) The age of innocence The doll’s play gives way to bigger games As blasphemy loses its might When a young girl and her lover Declare their vows To be together forever Conflicting emotions surround them…

She opened the letter wondering  the occasion. Her dear friend never wrote, much less made it to post—must be some occasion. Before reading any words, the picture fell from the envelope. The Grand Canyon, Cynthia in the bottom left corner, gazing at that coveted view….

kare-eda-ni karasu-no tomari-keri aki-no kure on a withered branch a crow is perched autumn evening snow rests on the branch waiting for a forlorn crow after summer’s heat Yuki ga eda ni kakatte imasu. Karasu o matteimasu. Natsu no atsusa no nochi ni

forward moving one foot in front of the other to keep our heads above water when paths wash out in flash floods forcing us into kayaks when we thought running shoes would do.   having a compass astrolabe star chart is good practice even if…