Give me earth on hands, Streaked on faces, Give me soot from a cooking fire, Give me stitching what’s been torn. Let me move the elements of the Earth, Which still make up this body. We are fading away into the virtual. Why ever would…
Category: Miscellaneous
Morning Blank
I wake up Not knowing what day it is Am I to get ready for Am I to get to chores I lay here, confused But my first thought is Let’s relieve my bladder No toilet paper? Splash warm water in my face I drooled…
Hour 5 – Prompt 5 – Technology – “Bridge”
Fifty students in each section and three such sections in the class With tears in their eyes, shake each other’s hands and hug tight As standard ten comes to a close and high school opens its door They know they will separate, unsure when they…
Hour Five
Haunted by a 20-Year-Old Dance The pump in the espresso maker pounds a heartbeat, like dancing feet like the pulse I felt through the ground when we danced together, okay not together but nearby, barefoot on the dusty ground and the crema in my…
#4 Butterfly Garden
A sunhat on her head and flip-flops on her feet A hunter with a bottle for caterpillars Treks to the field at the end of the street A field with an apple tree and full of milkweed Right for a seven years old scientist and…
Hour Five: Scythe
Scythe Before she opens her eyes mama knows It will be today Her eyes open to greet the sun She raises her hands in a yawning stretch Pulling herself from under the heavy warmth of the quilt Mama stands leaning on the bed, breathes in,…
When Grandpa’s Gone
My time is not my own. I am on call from dusk till dawn. I feel like a circus jugglar, Trying to meet each of his needs. Banker, Chauffeur, Housekeeper, Teacher, Yes. I do it all. But I will miss Grandpa…
#twitterpated
twitter me a story, yours, I want to twitter you mine 140 characters, it’s complicated girl, born poet, first memory is scent of donut; craved motherhood, made choices accordingly, now loves these three, a girl, God – all poets (prompt was write a poem…
There’s hope
They wanted me to write an unwritten story Something different Something unseen by the human eye But who am I what did they see in me that I couldn’t see As if they saw an unforeseen talent As I sit here with thinking of how…