I have two clocks that chime on the hour, but they disagree about the time. They have almost  a 5 minute interlude in between their separate clangs. I’ve never bothered to changed those clocks.  I just like to embrace the space. Do I take that…

Stuck. In a rut. I called for a muse The gods sent Audre Lorde   World-weary and wise If silence will not save me then confusion will not salve me

If you’re reading this, I’d like you to be cautious because I’m still learning about the man I am. I don’t love myself, but I wish I did.   Opinionated, I’ve been absent to my world, too early, too late, – never just in time….

at the edge of the earth where the universe stops humming and the hush of the end of the earth begins, what is it we will hear? The end of gravitational waves, created by two people, or a collective, humming at much lower frequencies, everywhere all at once? The super binary pulsars of massive…

Turtles It’s turtles all the way down, They say, Peering carefully over The edge of the world, Standing on the backs of each other, Towering down into The emptiness of space. They plod along silently, So smooth the world above Is unlodged and undisturbed, So…

People gather in the parking lot beside their rented automobiles, staring past the pit’s edge, straining to catch glimpses of the bottom.   Tourists pull over, slam their vehicles into “park”, and run towards the hole.   “That’s it!” one of them cries, reaching into…

HOUR 6 (using the photo prompt…….having a harder time today…..but it will come I have faith!  But for now, another haiku!)     Confused where to go Like this marathon poet Our focus now blurred.

Peek over the edge of the flat world. What do you see? Angels keep their car keys at the ready. Demons have their motorcycle helmets. Giant packs of bubble gum, a mattress-sized deck of cards for Celestial Solitaire, receipts for Buy-1 Get-1 Half Off in…

sun strikes black soil of the prairie; weeds, dust, insect drone. Small child thinks of Indian time & snorting, thundering bison. On her side of the avenue, behind the brown stucco-sided house, railroad tracks– boxcars rumble comfort. Wheel clickity clicks let sleep trickle in to…

You got this And I’ve got you I say You have that smile That makes me smile with you You got this And I’ve got you I say You can create mountains That make me want to climb to you You got this And I’ve…