Hour 19, Clarified (in response to Hour 17, Mystified)

I hover behind the bodies of traveling friends, at peace and waiting within. I am here, I reassure myself, buoyed by their blind support. None turn back, but their love is pervasive just the same. Their attention is focused on the next stop, to a…

A Midsummer Day’s Dream

Reference to Morning by Billy Collins Why lay in bed in anticipation? The morning has nothing to offer But sweltering anxiety. The humidity is a sweaty sore And the bugs, too many Get up, make your bed, and get going Pick out your brightest clothing…

Her Beauty is Ethereal

Her beauty is ethereal gossamer smiles softly serene, yet teasing Her eyes are moons eclipsed and dark magical in appearance Her hair shines softly in the light and glows and scents the evening scenes Words cannot describe in justice the kindness and compassion she freely…

Skye Missive

There’s never been a worse time than too late Ever after nothing matters the past has passed and will not retreat no matter how you entreat implore beseech beg supplicate on knees, clenched fists the tears of salt and blood I failed to be your…

prompt 22: Dear Peddlers of Chocolate,

Dear Peddlers of Chocolate, I have to take a second to tell you that you are a hazard. Your wares are worse than crack or flesh or slangers of “happy pills” made to make us forget ourselves and how we hurt.   My beautiful waist…

prompt 21: pools of colour

  pools of colour   these rainy streets feel like Christmas when streets are dressed in light like whores on their days off waiting for a new date: all flash no fantasy.   these night bus rides make me sad: the farther I get from…

Distance (Poem #18)

I’m millions of miles away I’m on my own adventure I’m learning new things Another language Things about myself I’m growing And yet At the start and finish The beginning and end Of every single day I can’t help it I become completely overtaken My…

Dear Ca$h Money

We never had much as potato farmers in the poor man’s village But luck, your sibling, gave us a token to turn Lady Fortune’s wheel With assistance, we escaped poverty but landed in a dreadful world The middle class, where we all tread forward while…

Hour 18, Dear Jane

Dear Jane, How I wish you were here to have an afternoon tea, make sly commentary on the women surrounding us, their transparent wiles and winning ways: such a penetrating gaze you leveled at our small world. None were safe from your pithy review. Minutiae…

Secret Lover (Poem #17)

Peace It’s all I feel with you It’s like going to the beach Listening to the waves crash The wind blowing through the trees How did I get here? How did I deserve you? What did I do to earn this? What do I have…

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