Hour Ten: Ekphrastic using photo from Andrew Shaughnessy My hoofs are killing me, they need a good soak. My ribs show, so that tells you. I’m not good/ready for slaughter. Love this country though. Fresh air, beautiful sky, clear cool streams to quench my thirst, sunshine…

Beyond Family   Family is now a generic term. Family is a wide-open umbrella. Blood or not blood. This is how most of the world sees family.   The indigenous tribes see family everywhere. That is why we call the Earth, Mother.   A mother…

Hour 10: Away with the butterflies   We used to go to the art gallery with the gorgeous garden and all the famous to us statues to watch the frogs, listen to the birds, and cover ourselves in sharpie poetry –   We used to…

Prompt Ten – Text Prompt The first three words of your title should be “what is love”. That can be your whole title, in and of itself, probably followed by a question mark, or you can add more context onto the title before proceeding to the…

I haven’t any answers You haven’t any clues The question is often asked When something doesn’t ring true Often confused with feelings and contradicting thoughtless acts the paths of knowing and doing may not always tract. Because love is not a gift, given in the…

M.M.I.W (Murdered, missing indigenous women)   Many mothers Missing the lives of their Infant children growing up, Weeping families demanding justice.

We have the opportunity to be better than our forefathers Having so few exposures to people of different cultures Isn’t an excuse To be a piece of shit Evolve beyond what your parents have taught you   Society here in the United States was organized …

Strict Parents   As I reminisce about my childhood. I can’t help but hear the phrases: “Don’t do that! That’s not what I taught you.”   “Don’t go to dances.” One phrase I would hear when the school dances came and went.   I would…

Hour 9: Nicknames Outlive You   It’s true you know – if you’re not careful the nicknames out live you the art changes the future   & the memories morph into beings of thier own with thoughts, beating hearts   &   an appetite for…

The smell of cinnamon takes me back to the baking day we had before you left. I climb atop an overturned 5-gallon bucket to reach the top shelf in the carport and the crate that holds your belongings. Tremors visit my hands as I don…