Alone in the crowd

With her head high, as proud as a peacock,she walked. The crowd paved way for her. They looked at her, some awing her valor, some mocking at her back, some with doubt, some con-tempting her confidence, They pointed the healing wounds all over her body,…

Hour 4 – Nectar

I see you as a butterfly as a momentary blur of color a good omen resting momentarily coy and stunning among the silky primrose petals set off by verdant green drinking in the bouquet before bowing and lilting away   I see you as a…

Hour Four

This week I touched it, found it prickly, drew blood drank, found myself changed, drew blanks stayed up late with a scab and a buzz, Woke to force words and conclusions Today I drive out, drop anchor, see Buoyed by open water, sea green.

Sticky feet

Snacky sweet and sticky feet a sensational view as my friend and I move and eat mechanically and wonder if there’s something more

Sing in Me, Muse

Do you feel spiritual? No, I am a photographer Do you drink? No, I cuss On my walks, I listen to the street signposts Reality is not always possible or likely – Borges Hand on the door – anything else? tomecide After the last book…

My own star

My own star Profound is the night sky Bathed in a sea of vastness Jeweled with as many stars As there are life forms below There’s also my own star From which I came One day to return Bright and sparkling beside the stars That…

Possibilities

Just above the valley Just beyond the hills Just outside of a sunken place Close by but not enough to feel If you stay afloat If you keep your sail If you stay inside of the boat Move forward without fail There are stars above…

Ready. Get Set. Go! (Poem #4)

Be strong Stand tall The battle isn’t over The journey has just begun Life isn’t easy But we can make it fun Do not give up Take heart Stand tall Be strong

Prompt 5: Flowers for 100 years

My Dad would be 100 years, His body lies in earth. My Dad would be 100 years. I didn’t see his birth.   Flowers for 100 years: I laid down on his grave. Flowers for 100 years— Damned ‘squitos won’t behave.   My Dad might…

Chicken Philosophy

All life is sacred Maybe some is more sacred than others. The life of the deer is not sacred to the wolf. Nor the corn, to the deer. And nothing is sacred to a fucking chicken. Slurp a worm from the earth, Snatch a fly…