When I Can See Inside of Me   Foggy morning clarity seems therapy of prosperity, pales and runs away to flee when I can see inside of me.   But truth be told I only see that which is in front of me…

A moth flits its way around the living room landing on a painting by the large window. The watercolor includes an old glass bottle—like the ones Coca-Cola makes— which sits on a brown table with a wooden cooking spoon, and there is a tall white…

Serenity sprouts amidst the wreckage. What has already retreated to clay can no longer die. What is broken is not at risk. Bullshit. Serenity rots amidst the wreckage! It must have flesh— more than a dressmaker’s dummy to hang this weight! What dreams of clay…

Hour Four: Magic Windows by willjxn on a wall in every room, windows where we look to groom. magic windows to our view— little Miss, and Grandpa too.   magic windows to our view— see the people me and you. see them mimic everything— every…

Ocean you are the calling of my heart. You push and pull at my knee caps, beckoning me to come in and play. I respect you like I respect animals, from far away. You are the only body of water that I break the rules…

Things that are empty include: half of the glass, my pockets, this box filled with memories, the eyes that look back from the mirror in the dark. The eyes that look back from the mirror once dazzled by lights, by promise– once fixed on the…

Prompt Four: Two Thumbs The coffee shop teems with people – a ruck of millennials. Thumbs flying, heads bent; gaps in the line-up. Gaps in the line-up – but nobody cares; they have time. My coffee break dissipates, like the mud in my cup. Like…

Where water lays down her life to the pulling air, where stone succumbs to the laughing river, where the oxygen yields to the latent life of wood afire, where the micobes’ anthems unrivet my still body:   This is where I will give over my…

The mighty storm blew in, turning day into night. The house shook as the wind raged, showing off its might. I ran as the alarm screamed, my heart filled with dread. I knew my time was up when the funnel appeared overhead. Then a single…

Emergency Room Wait   My friend is ill 911 brought screaming sirens To their door I followed with his in my car   My friend is ill His wife wept all way His meds, his pills, hers Clasped to her breast in a canvas bag…