It was a clear night when my vision was restored. I was overwhelmed by points of brilliant light–stars, constellations, and neon signs. As a child, I only hoped to see the future clearly. I can’t recall when I first began to lose perspective. I was…

No McDonald’s wrappers, here. Only quality sustenance will last through twenty four hours of versifying. Already, at hour six, we’ve been through the four elements, Leonard Cohen, mountains and Jesus, eternity and sand.   Already we’re repeating ourselves in every stanza, but not attempting a…

Prompt #6 Stanza-one, Timer on Run along pen My mind the ticking bomb What clock wears it out then Powerhouse of my own workhorse Catatonia is its pet alarm Warns of mortal danger or bad harm Math of clocks or my mental horns Battle each…

J 2   If you were here turn around three times and wish A hundred ways I’d let you know: I would make your favorite dinner and watch your favorite show If you were here   If you were here put the penny in my…

By willjxn What is there in all of this, That I want to write amiss? Why do I find joy in verse? Could my thinkings make things worse?   Poetry is my defence To put face to arrogance, Yes I know it isn’t much But…

As I write my poem, As I probe my consciousness for its buried longings, As I meditate on words and phrases, As I prepare to compose, And set my fingers to the keys, The power goes out. Such is life. — We relocate to the…

  NOT ONE OF MY FINEST The trees danced with the mischievous winds as the sun came out from hiding. Oh what a beauty to behold! Out in the fields  in the scorching heat birds took shelter, singing from tree tops. The women began to…

Rain poured yet never asked me Oblivious to my plans My hopes My outfits matched with shoes and My plans for fun. I sit in the morning shadows Waiting for the clouds to fly away or at least Turn gray to cream white to toasted…

I have cracked elbows and tattered toes my mind is warped and frayed my doctor says I overdose I laugh but should have prayed   My daughter says “No midnight snack!” The wine I drink is swill I’m waiting for a heart attack I’m sure…

Such a love/hate relationship, I love being connected to those far away from me, But I hate the bullshit. The fake, smiley engagement photos, Political nonsense, Ignorant remarks, There is enough to make me laugh and smile so I keep it. But darling, you really…