12: from the Palace of Justice:   Jury. Duty.   Consider the weirdo of Walden, Henry Thoreau, writing a friend about the death of his brother— an inexplicable death— small cut on the finger— hadn’t even hurt.   Perhaps (he wrote) we never assign the…

Fragrantly VCS Fragrantly Wafting through the air Rosemary cuts an acrid trail For pungent sage on his way with Parsley on his arm in her feathered finery And crisp bouquet Olives pressed To make sweet oil That sizzles softly Around pink salt that came From…

I’ve fallen behind with way too many to go this one will be quick cause my creative juices are running low I need a nap you know what I mean better yet I think I’ll grab some ice cream

She sits across from me with tousled brown hair, calico dress, and rosy cheeks fair, painted eyes, and turned up nose, no shoes or paint, upon her toes. Lace petticoat helps cover her legs. Arms stretched out, a hug she begs. She must be mute;…

Step in step Skip n jump Watch me flow To the flow of you Smiling away For the love of you Flying my soul To the breath of you Sunshine pouring down my eyes Eternity lost you hold me on Stay with me Be mine…

sometimes nothing makes sense you put one foot in front of the other brave brave brave phone lines get tangled around words left unsaid a connection is missed static your heart yearns to speak be heard relief a splash of water on your tired face…

All we knew at the beginning was the preciousness of our combined strength, of the iron at our core. Oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen mingled together with intense heat, with unquenchable fire. Two points of light, each caught in the gravity of the mutual attraction, of…

Hollywood Swimming Pool (90 – 100 Words + Random Prompt: Your first prompt is to write a poem set entirely underwater   From my perspective, headless socialites don’t need to learn how to swim, they are buoyed up by their falsies, and the greatest social…

It seems it takes events for friends to gather. Though it is during the mundane days between we wish we saw more of ye. The weddings and funerals that draw us near, making us think of those dear when we smell the hint of rosebuds….

I discovered the yellow bird who did not sing and did not whistle. he carried a lamp and located the spot where the coal mine grew the canary did not sing the canary was mute the canary was never a song bird.