Eventide’s contrast to the world of day inevitable, A setting as stereotypical as Winter’s baneful winds. Woodlands masking the truest menace of death perpetual. Serenity of the unmasked wild, forestry hiding the eventual.   The current flock, born for the sole purpose of our slaughter….

Prompt: If I could make one thing vanish forever, it would be < this is a prompt from the teal version of Burn after Writing   Poem 10: If everything could last despite the absence of Time – I wonder what kind of world we…

Ana laid on the floor and looked into space she did not contest her space she did not whine she has lost her verve   Ana ignored her master cold as a cucumber, she looked the other way she had nothing to say as she…

Hour Ten – Personify an animal. Switch its trait. Example: a disinterested lion, a polite gorilla, an aggressive giraffe…     Holy Snake   She slithered across the floor over the mat, where they sat, folded hands. Palms, which unfolded briefly to touch her, pet…

Hour 9 – Kit Kat   I always wondered why the man with the camera would stand in various weather conditions.   It wasn’t until he sat down out come the Pandas on roller-skates then I put two and two together   To not hear…

Night had wrought bloody adventure, Indulged on enduring sight, Tangible desires satiated, Intangible impulses, Created.   Additional was needed to lechery’s rising tides, A maelstrom’s hand, coldly clenches me, Accompanied by the Vortices of want, An inadequate nourishment vexes, Its promise of unfulfillment, Compounds the…

Just a glimmer The light is yet to born Preparing for tomorrow When yesterday is gone When will the light be present When truths will be revealed Will there be gladness When those needs are healed Many are the questions Future promises bring When sunlight…

Little three-year-old All bundled up in warm clothes Toddling down the pavement

Hour Nine – Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt   Beetnoon   Rummaging in my kitchen shelf for some ground black pepper to sprinkle over my omelette I upset the carefully…

Ma would made me sit in my fav chair while she fed me flaked corn has the magic to lift me higher like an elixir till now maybe it is in the taste or paste that accompanies the flakes down always a delight night and…