Lena saw the old man come out of the 24-hour convenience store, and then she jumped him. She quickly wrestled him into the nearest alleyway, robbed him of all his money, and ran off without a backward glance. First she stopped by the 24-hour grocery store up the street…
Category: Miscellaneous
Friendship
It can be one of the easiest or hardest relationships to maintain Some will always be there as you are for them But others will pause and remove themselves expecting understanding These are the hard ones bonded, yet strained I have…
Castle By the Sea
I once dreamt of a castle by the sea Inhabited by an evil queen. She locked me up in the tower where I used to dream of My knight in shining armor, Coming to rescue me. For hours I would peer out of the Tiny…
Minions of Mindlessness (poem 4)
Minions of Mindlessness Theirs was blight not as big as it seemed. I used to start my car after work in Coeur d’Alene, knew it might explode. The crazies had no limits though we could have been friends. They were lost in a…
A Very Hot Adventure
Being a very brilliant and adventurous gal, A real sharp looker, with her very own style, Annie set out on an uncharted trip with her pal. Opportunity like this hadn’t come for a while. Ginger was ready to explore a new path to take, Tired…
Before Darkness
Just before darkness Baitfish hit the bay’s topwater. A lone angler casts her plug past the outer circles Of bulls eyes left By a school of peanut bunker. She’s almost surprised as she Feels the power of striper’s strike. Landing her prize, she removes The…
#PoetryPromptNo1 The End
The end is clear as day flashing in front of my eyes, The end is near I can feel it lingering approaching, crawling under my skin, invading my sanity. The closer it gets the more I lose my grip over reality. Maybe in the…
Communication 2.0
The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.
(i) end….at the beginning
like a whisper chases its shadow, around a domed gallery made of stone we leap-frog from liaison to liaison, yet in the end, as at the start – are left alone
The balls lay around Like scattered leaves Ideas on the crumpled page Head between knees Jumble of words Bouncing around in brain Broken pen makes page bleed Heart makes hope refrain Closed eyes and dripping tears Drop and smudge the lines On troubled soul Disappoitment…