If we loved things in the moment the way we do in retrospect, no poems would ever be written. No love letters would be found by grandchildren, no stories of spectacular losses and unlikely saves would be told by parents anxious to relive their glory…

In the beginning out of the vast emptiness of space the Creator created heat with the fast rubbing of hands then a large clap and all civilization began the earth evolved and creation took over they sought to mimic the Creator in creation but greed…

The thunder rolls The lightning strikes As the rain begins to pour Rivers begin to flow down the streets Flowers become covered with little crystals of rain drops The clouds so dark and gloomy Yet the sun still peeking through to say good morning With…

Cement, plaster, iron and glass man’s permanent structures sure faded fast So glad we’re together, so glad we know that a garden well tended will eventually grow it may take a while, even long years expect a few tangent’s, a few well paced tears but…

What Can You Do with Formless?”  by Mandy Austin Cook what do you do with formless? you find a clean canvas knowledgeable hands caressing clay with a love that an artist can understand. it’s a beautiful work molding clay forming earth into a shape that…

its said earth was Gods gift to us Like our bodies its the only way our souls can live   the sky smells of wonder, the land pours sacrifices decimating droughts. mankind’s hurdles have made it difficult to experience places our eyes have never seen before…

going dormant…doormat    

The Void yawned, exhaling a vacuum Not space but the absence thereof Not darkness but the absence of light An empty space welcoming the all-that-is The universal balance of opposites In the beginning, there was no separation No start and no end A mass conglomeration…

When I was 8 years old My mother taught me how to sew Pushing and pulling the needle through the fabric making clean near stitches I picked at the loose frayed hole of my sweater on a rainy day in November And the rain drops…

Hour 15 Prompts… Prompt 18: The Beginning Write a poem set before the world as we know it came to be. It can be set in the blackness of space, it can involve the big bang or genesis, or anything you imagine. Prompt 19: The…