Hour 8

Where am I supposed to be at 35? It seems like I missed the boat. All of my friends have children- But really, I don’t have many friends. I think I missed that boat. I feel like I’m the only one. Is that why I…

Darkest Fears

Paralyzed Trapped by fear Worry consumes me My imagination gone wild Tipped off the deep end Creating scenarios Each one worse than the last I must get control But that is the problem My fears are a symptom Of my need for control Control and…

#8 Unfurling

Stretching in the sun Like a frond unfurling you grow Each step building on the last Slowly moving forward Like a frond unfurling you grow Sunlight adding energy Slowly moving forward To an unknown destiny Sunlight adding energy You hate the dull days Dancing to…

Hour Six – Doomed

More, more, more, more More and more and more and more I am tired of all.   Goal, goal, goal, goal Goal and goal and goal and goal Seems to be tall.   Soul, soul,soul, soul, Soul and soul and soul and soul All of…

Before Darkness (Prompt 3)

Before Darkness I don’t remember bottles, or rattles. I remember crying, the only words screaming. Then suddenly it stops. Warmth. Comfort. It’ll be alright. I remember fireworks, “Mama, look at the pretty lights!” Scared of the thunder. Hold me tighter, closer to your heart. Skinned elbows and bruised…

Hour 8 Pantoum-Warrior

Warrior   I conquer worlds like it is my duty Slipping into fantasy and fright Standing outside the darkest night Stowing adrift in sanity’s grip Slipping into fantasy and fright Howling moon stands at the ready Stowing adrift in sanity’s grip I cannot imagine a…

An Acrostic Poem: Invasive Species (#5)

Little can contain Invasive species. Once a stable, reproducing population has established, Nothing can stop their proliferation. Continuous Feeding and no natural predators, It reproduces frequently and displaces native Species, wreaking Havoc on ecosystems.

Paul Revere computer dating.

I got dumped by three women in one day. One in by phone One in person I was waiting for the passenger pigeon But the third came UPS. Neither I nor the British will be coming.

Farm Girl Pantoum

How did I end up here on a farm when I’ve always felt at home in the city? How did I become so domestic, so unsophisticated, so middle class? I’ve always felt at home in the city, but now I look at city lawns in…