1) Will the weeds rise up to glorious applause from the garden when we are all dead? My mother wants to know from her comfy chair by the window. 2)I swallowed the southern cross It was above the City Library 3)His beard is…
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IN THE EYE LID’S EMBRACE !
Vintage Woman, in moon’s shadow Reminds mother’s cock-and-bull tale. He thought-that her love also Flickers as a shadow in his eyes. Her solitude embraced with joy In others’ eyelids, too Lonely souls find out, in their lonely time Smooth heart’s beloved one Silent shadow…
2023 Full Marathon: Hour 3
Hour 3: Missing the Veranda We still buy coffee from the green siren that bears the same name – but we live in a completely different place with an entirely new environment – we have a porch but less of a view. We…
Cobbled Steps – Hour 3
About the searing murk of night, Cold begets the hunger of his blade, The Dollymop may flee from fright’s plight, Her blood the toll, the Ripper to be paid.
The Year I Was a VISTA Volunteer
Life has been full in my fortunate, charmed life. Some hard spots, of course. Balanced, or maybe over-compensated by the favors. A decade ago, unemployed and a bit old to expect another offer. I learned about an opening that would not pay well, but would…
“Lacuna : A Story From The Past”
I am a missing part of something that’s already lost. I missed myself the most. As young as twenty but felt like thirty. I hope, I am happy at thirty … I lost father a few weeks back, My voice still cracks….
2023 Hour 2:
Coffee at Sunrise HOUR 2: 7am The majestic wonder – sky fire is beginning to peak throug hthe window. My guests are missing the beauty – but if I’m being honest they see it more often than I do these days. I’ll just remind…
“Use Your Strengths”
Text Prompt: View of myself ten years ago Using “Daiku Form”= A haiku with a Diane twist. Three presented here. Remaining hopeful, as my spirit keeps flying. Believing is hard. Remaining hopeful. Keeping my head above frays. Yes, a greater good. Remaining hopeful, despite those that…
Prompt Two – My 12-Year-Old Self
Prompt Two – Text Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. (My poem is 45 years ago, not 10) My 12-Year Self She jogs beside me, this child so sweet, I knew her well, a long time…
MY MOUTH WON’T OPEN – Hour 2
(Being 44) I don’t know Neither do you nor the dog Perhaps the dog knows You work away I spend my days torturing myself Lost in the lack of you Lack of me Something is amiss I feel guilty You have acquired…