Hour Twenty-three – Pick the title of a book that you love. That title is now the title of the poem. That poem can be about the book directly, or indirectly, or it can use the title as a jumping off point and be about…

From Mémo I hope you return to your native land Where everyone should be See if you can get in touch with your cousins Despite the fact that they abandoned me Live a good life Don’t let the bastards grind you down To Mémo I…

Obsidian grin, Veiling savagery of night, In Dark delight.

Performing in front of parents is a collective moment of shared humiliation. The umbilical cord connecting them to their parents weakens a little under the harsh stage lights that bleach their eye sockets and inextricably and tightly binds them into a group. dangling astronauts grasping…

Snow are slow to melt Lest the sun shines   The sun are wont to burn Unless the umbrella appear   The umbrella cannot withstand fiery force of fire   Like the gentle rain, tenderness needs no force to melt a stony heart

Like a diamond the almond heals all ills wrestle the wrestlers and restore good health add tag-team fenugreek straight from Greek   Fenugreek attacks and defend the process unsolicited ills are arrested and wasted guards are mounted at the door post no ill attacks all…

“Atop the snowy mountain peaks, The chilly wind rustles through my coat, As I embrace myself to keep warm; There lay a white world in front of me, Snowy peaks and fluffy clouds. The setting sun blinds my vision, As I look through the intense…

Prompt Twenty-two – Use the word Tenderness as this hour’s prompt.   For my Husband   You tippy-toe into the room. Is it very late? Or very early? As today meets tomorrow Or is it yesterday meeting today? I can’t say. Bleary-eyed with exhaustion I…

From the vantage height, all villagers gather to see the reason the season has quit the dew has also quit farmers angered by this seizure all gathered at the Watchtower to say a few prayers  

Deceiving devil: You, you deceiving devil you, have you ever considered the mess you make just by wandering through hearts you’ll never really know or hallways you refuse to actually explore? You, you deceiving devil, you, somehow you’ve made your way to my pages, cracked…