There are several of us unruly children climbing the stacks toppling books onto the floor constructing fortresses of fiction and using paperbacks as weaponry nearby a librarian mutters in disdain There are other uses for those   Stalling out in fervent play a faint humming…

We are always in-between, even when our present version is no more and has become compost Our smolderings can become exhausted flickering out in becalming winds or whipped up in the winds of change consuming our present vision. The hope for a bird of prey…

Your lips touch my lips tentative in quizzical passion once, twice third time’s the… leaning in your lips touch my lips tightened anticipation firm yet supple I cannot pull my face from yours we have become one yet I feel you dissolve vaporizing away from…

My heart’s core… I’ve wondered at her before Is she just the base composite of Oxygen and carbon Hydrogen and nitrogen Calcium and phosphorus I have played with new mixtures and reagents Adding them gradually to change my essential nature The Daedalus of my being’s…

Yellow bus comes to a stop. Trees plowed down all around. Disembarking— mountain top. Lighting strikes— no sound!   Frozen Spider webbing sky. From these cracks leap steed. White angels riding from on high. To the earth, they lead.   “What am I to do?” I think….

The sun burns The wind blows My sweat pools My body aches.   Long days Short nights Hard work Little time.   Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat.  

Temper Your lungs a furnace Forging exhales Your eyes filter Spectrums and waves Into sensical shapes Your hands mold and form Words and clay Your feet wear a path Through intimate space The world in turn Transforms your familiar face Time takes convictions Wears them…

This was a coooool prompt!  Below is a peek into the chaos of the house of a teacher at the end of the school year.  It sounds a right mess but it is just life scattered around the house of a family with a teenager…

Another short one. Too preoccupied with dinner and date. Risen from fire Two wings of embers burning All from the cold ash

I was able to visit a place that is out of this world.  I couldn’t describe the feeling inside when I saw then light and splendor.  At first I thought that the lights were so bright, then realize that Love was the light.  I felt…