(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…
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Rachnoc Haiku 2 Hour 2
Under the light’s turn, Like lead, it fell from the sky, Crashed beyond the rocks.
Hour Two: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago.
POV mumbai suburb small house three kids housewifely chores housekeeping tutoring kids washing the dregs from the smug teacup i told you so it smirks at me i told you so it mocks me the cup all neatly wrapped now lies as pieces in the…
Hour 2: A Decade Ago
Ten years ago, I still looked at the world As a scary place, full of fearful surprises. Ten years ago, I saw the world With eyes that yearned to find some light. Ten years ago, I began to believe That there was goodness around If…
Paranoid Labyrinth – hour 2
Within hidden halls, Amongst the rising darkness, Paranoid creep falls.
The Poor Little Souls
The Poor Little Souls The school’s foundation was your graves. No prayers were given, Charlise motto was your eulogy. “Kill the Indian, kill the school.” No one knew your names. Your faces faded long ago. Only the real Higher Beings cherished your…
Night’s Serenity
Amidst inside the hushed night hours A steadfast light glowing, Closed doors shrouded two bars measuring incised as a way Thresholds stays as uphold, those traces mark a way , Mysteries at the back of thrive, Celestial dark sea this night Sentinels stand as…
Prompt One – When the Past is not Tense
When the Past is not Tense after Diana Khoi Nguyen This is how they found us, giggling, draped around the room. Cousins, meeting post lockdown after months of giggling on zoom. Cousins, first best friends childhood partners in crime, Stolen mangoes, fashion trends…
SPIRIT GATEWAY
PROMPT #1 – Hour 1 One way in, one way out The cries of my family echo through dread forests filled with rough graves If I step on the road I will have to walk in One way in, one way out To leave…
For Chana
You look so pretty, even unconscious. Your life has been been complicated by choices your own and others you depended upon. I am hoping heaven’s gate looks as welcoming as this image. leading you home with a well lit, clearly marked path. Some of your…