Oh no! It’s gone! Quick, search in the cupboard, under the stairs, peek in the fridge; it may be there! Dig through your purse, pull out your pockets, silently vow you’ll hoard less of all the wrappers of gum, oh! There’s that skirt from 2001,…

Random Prompt 2016 Poetry Marathon Hour Seventeen Heart broken poem   Neoidealism meeting INFJ ideology in its embargo looking for cause attainable feasible concept   adhering in the light of matters enlivening in the world living enchanting tale sensing out of cornerstone growing   pathway…

Looking deep at her reflection “All these men – what will they think? Eight in total in just one day?  Your reputation is blown no matter what you say  Seven dwarfs and a Prince, you should be ashamed What would make you take an apple…

“Talk into my bullet hole.  Tell me I’m fine.” – Denis Johnson   if my wounds could talk i would give them a jar to speak into so i could screw a lid on tight and my skin / sinew / beating heart would be…

Let me tell you the tale of my mother Not the one who physically bore me The one who the High Priest stated that hovers Over me, protects me, lives through me Known to Catholics as Our Lady of Charity Best known to our Afro-Boriquen…

Random Prompt Persona poem 2015 Prompt hour five      A life manifested contested many things arraying in life finding truth and guiding line   moving in the height of events circumstances always aligning engraving into the well being of others   to serve not…

Jump rope twirling Ponytails whirling Jumping singing Voices ringing Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Black as taboo Down in the bayou Worse than voodoo Hear when they say to you Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Teardrops no…

    Now instead of following the prompt I have written my opinion of myths   Myths and superstition tales of yore the art of creating something out of thin air to take away people’s ability to think and act for themselves. To shepherd the…

“the leafbud straggles forth / toward the frigid light of the airshaft / this is faith / the pale extension of a day” – Adrienne Rich   i can not speak, the words stay curled, a leafbud waiting for the sun, my voice straggles from…