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…

The road clicks a sticatto beat the tires hum along with the flow I hear you speak now words measured and succinct But no one can hear you No one understands you Your voice carries a melody that lifts and carries in the breeze. You…

  If there is a miracle that I know, Is the fact that the mystery of the universe is yet to be resolved. Questions keep knocking on our door, And every answer leads to more. The vastness of the universe expands beyond our imagination. There…

Hour Eight: Prompt: Music without words by Max Richter Gentle patter. Gentle quiet. Ease your breath, I will come to you. A caress is a caress. Hope to a cry that will be answered. Feel me? Yes, I sense and caress. You are not alone….