So, in brief, it was a post from a wrecked jetty near Deptford Creek where the cormorants dry out, a place where you and I could live and fish. But I lost it, the last post that had quotes from Brautigan and Trout Fishing in…

Because I woke up this morning about an hour and a half before my alarm was set, I am very sleepy (I have been drifting off here and there between poems), so this will be short. This was my second time participating—and it was much…

Church bells chime longest, resonating fullest at hour twelve, reminding us to pause, gather, or simply look up. Cinderella’s slippers remained enchanted come midnight, allowing her escape from servitude and despair. Childhood’s year before thirteen marks a bittersweet passage from innocence to responsibility. Stars guide…

My hands speak to the sky. The sky sees my hands as swallows, lifting me in forget-me-not lightness. I will press the birds of my hands into holy Earth when she whispers “Share your burdens.” My throat will send my voice to the Choir of…

Copper Dog Tail full of love wiggles. Nose cold and wet. My life is complete, for I have this pet. He never says no to me. He’s always about. Poor fool never even complains when I shout. He’s loyal and caring. He shows with his…

‘I will try to explain to you In one hundread words no more, no less, without dreaming of you My nights are sleepless.’ said the pure little innocent princess.   ‘With you in my dreams I feel so alive I don’t wanna wake up when…

For some everything can be reduced to math. If one picks the right equation and fills in all the right variables, then a satisfying numerical answer appears In our messy world, it is not so easy due to a lack of complete knowledge and due…

One hundred words to grace a page requiring wordsmiths to count seems risky, even for marathon poets who trudge through when sinking in uninspired quick sand. 25 Better to ask a bird to quiet her song, a fish to hold its breath, or a bear…

Let us laugh at death until our throats get sore. Let us row to Helgoland, an island with seven stone gates and seven stone angels blowing trumpets, or are they trombones, the slide of God’s left shoulder announcing the cessation of time, the end of…

I can’t get enough internet from the country …