If you’ve never been to the edge I highly recommend it Only as a place to visit though To live there would be detrimental to your mental health which is to say, your life in its entirety. Exclusive, stark and uninviting mind numbing trance inducing…

Hour Five: A Mystery Poem: Utilizing both text and photograph prompts. She, almost, wished for springtime again. So, she bought flowers and planted them, reminding her of the season. Now that the boughs are bare, they starkly remind of stripping bare. The stripping bare as…

Poem #5 | Meet me in the Grave   Like the sin of humans, One could be right to say, ”it has been caused from the onset!.” Without the knowledge of the “WHOs.” involved.   The Sherif had asked “has anyone entered since he arrived…

Who stole the daffodils by the front door? I planted them when I first moved in  Happy jonquils would join them on flowering But the bed is empty The soil spread around My patch of sunshine gone

Prompt for Hour Five Text Prompt: Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.   So Close   ‘Oi, Oi, what do we have here,’ Deep breathy voice…

Prompt 6 – A mystery poem   Where was I?   I was running my cold frosty breath still in front of me, bark breaking leaves rustling under fast feet, my heart races too I focus forward never looking back, the sweat running as hard…

Hour 5: Sip on Summer – thank you Starbucks – this was your slogan for summer of 2017 or 2018 and it is living in my brain rent free every summer since then. Also Pumpkin spice came out way too early this year – or…

It wasn’t much of a mystery. The facts were plain as day. She had opened the door of her life …just a crack. And the culprit stole her heart away.

Slowly, he pokes his head around the door Gathering as much courage as he can, Until enveloped in safety, He inches closer to the opening crawling on his belly nosing his way forward inch by anxious inch. until his nose, on his paws hang over…

I’m Sorry   I’m sorry, my poor babies. Sorry for not catching your tears while being whipped to speak English.   I apologize for not running to your aid when you cried out in pain as they yanked your hair and chopped it off.  …