One Two, I don’t know what to do Three Four, I can’t take it anymore Five Six, I know I am sick Seven Eight, I can’t escape Nine Ten, I am stuck in my head

…and as I gaze into the void, it bears a reflection, that dances like a reflection on water. It is a living memory that gets in the way of my history. And in the distance my tired eyes catch sight of distant hope in the…

It is elemental My inner fire breathes me awake I will now journey across land and sea Sipping the air as I bring words summoned from my soul Through my fingers To the blank pages before me   A new succulent journey of self Of…

Grown Children   Hear, where I lay, eyes open, should be sleeping; thinking of children gone, grown, but mist remains. I got it wrong, I got it right, back and forth all through the night. Stop this madness. Nowhere it goes. It is done. Just…

It would be cliche to say that we fit together Like a puzzle piece But i dont know how else to decscribe the way Our bare bodies mesh and melt Fingers interlocked Like your lips on mine Our limbs tangled, pulling eachother closer Feeling your…

Zillion of years ago Taking meds was not a likely habit, even when sick I could not take them, even the littlest of them they should be pounded to smithereens, put in a tablespoon with some water, and voila! I’d rather  accept the pill’s after-taste…

I thought i was going to have trouble with this one–my freind callled last night and asked ot be taken to hospital to see her ill husband at 8 instead of nine–so this prompt is safe, but I will have issues with the five  o’clock…

Not so often now do I journey on my Cosmic Glide. In my youth, in my mind’s eye, the vistas were limitless. Infinite panorama’s of wonders beyond imagination. Truth is always stranger than fiction.  But now, my engine of imagination has seen many miles, been…

clay woman; the womb of her belly earthen dirt mixed with water bled on the sheets during the fire of passion and whispered in the wind love, love, love as his hands shaped her into his desire and she dried and cracked and broke not…

when i can’t bear to finish a book because it’s world will close disappear the discovery of fertile ground will be over it will be a path that i can always return to but it will never be new again i pause half way thru…