The Cabin’s lightbulb flicker on and off, On a Friday night once more. Its quite cold for an early September, A perfect time for a beet. One thing I can remember. Is my full bucket blessed in harvest, With my red jacket on, Across…

Prompt for Hour Nine Text Prompt: Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so. Beet, jacket, tremor, bayou, elbow, lightbulb, cinnamon, bucket, elk, carport…

Letters have power. Did you know? Just by changing a letter or two, you can change the world. Change “beet” to “beef” and you change a vegetable into a meat. Change “jacket” to “jackel” and you change something that can protect you into something that…

Prompt 8 – Music Track   Ready for Daytime   Sitting down on a park bench at dusk He closes his eyes Breathes in Holds breathes out he repeats this three times. His eyes still closed he Fine tunes his ears to Natures sounds, He…

Hour Nine: Ekphrastic response to Diane Carmony photo. Dialogue between Diane C. and Diane MW Diane C. ” I’ll beat you home.” Daine MW: “No fair, I didn’t know we were racing!” Diane C:  “Yes, you did, you’re just saying that because I’m ahead.” Diane…

I step onto the train Remember the first time he made me cry Because he asked if I wanted him to sit with me And I felt safe saying no To ride alone with my own thoughts   It is the last scheduled tonight I…

Hour 8: Crumpled Pages The pages have been crumpled, kicked, forgotten – maybe a few have even been burned alongside the blankets tha tliving in a desert deems “unnecessary”.   We could spread them out and create maps – pick anywhere else in the world and…

“All my friends are funeral singers” – Sylvan Esso / Califone   They line up, in formation dressed in black and gold Their harmonies studied their conductor reaches out Stretching towards each note passed from open mouths They take care not to step out of…

Prompt 8 = Image   The African Sky   Lying flat on our backs under the Milky Way Half asleep, I hear you say, ‘Can anything be vaster than this sky?’ We looked up together, hands clasped tight. At the open, silken, endless, night Where…

Prompt 7 – Viator Poem   Why do I write   Why do I write, to tell our words stories , memories, our keepsakes.   Sometimes I get asked Why do I write, because I like to is the simplest answer.   Words are important…