From dust to dust I shall return to earth, imperfect because, My earthly soul is masked with pretension and sin In a quick sweep of the wind, My spirit becomes mellow and meek, flexible and obedient And when on fire, my body is in hell…

skin learns soil with a naivete of nerve swirling paths in rich cocoa stubby fingers, toy cars skin proceeds to smolder with no preamble a blinking look about a white-hot army of questions skin knows breath as the fires slowly diminish we open our eyes…

Prompt for Hour One I am a child of— by willjxn I am a child of the winds; Born in the fires of countless suns, Heaven traveled, Earthbound, Rain lent. I am a child of of the earth; Born of moistened clay, Family rooted, Water…

One morning, Zeus sat on his mountain throne and pondered what would happen if men quit coming to the oracle, if they stopped fearing what they’d become if gods’ wrath came. He paused as they talked less with him alone and more with one another…

Each feeling its power The knew that they could win alone For nothing surpassed the need for a solid foundation Earth was proud to be the support of all creation But when is as stagnant, cold, or thirst for life The absence of everyone only…

She and her warmth,and her smile so lady-like When she giggles and runs-oh so childlike When she runs her fingers everything blooms The air is filled with lots of perfumes   She’s the carefree child, so wild and gleeful She laughs and shouts with her…

Wind-swept minds Torch her to flare up poems Boats float on soiled water

Puzzle pieces so small, singular in composition and form, but ready to grow forth. From these, creations are endless. Worlds come, not from great bursts of sudden creation, but alterations of minute importance, piled atop each other for infinity. Earth, solidity upon which everything from…

Extend your hand until it touches my skin or until the sand falls through extended fingers, caught by the wind and blown to the distant sea. I have longed for your touch but I understand it is nothing but carbon animated by fire and blood…

“the smoke is bad today,” she said, “so hard to breathe. I almost called in.” our black cat drinks from her water bowl that I change out every other day. Neighbor, Jim, waters his two hundred plus varieties of dahlias, shirtless wearing just shorts and…