I swear, what was written tastes better than apple served by the hands of a lover. I know men who mistook their stupidity for cleverness. I am against nothing but a man who doesn’t feel the end of this poem as the end of a…

Tea and cookies on an ornate plate wait for young ladies to sit down and hear the old tales from old men who know nothing of secrets that they keep and lies they tell and promis- es that die

Life has more cinemas than you need to see Child bearing and rearing are two villagers Baby factory is an easy production Parenting is the hardest of them Fools can always make them The wise mould them Hindsight sort them  

Van Gogh painted the sunflowers Harsh in their brightness Thick was the paint on the canvas Standing out from the flat surface Every color shone Van Gogh drank the sunflowers He absorbed every image around him Took it in and consumed it Drank it down…

there is a drumming, you are near it little drummer, can you hear it? a crack crack craking marking seasons and days a march march marching noting movement and growing ways a thrum thrum thruming crescendoing in passions, love and war a pound pound poudning…

The lake froze over As it does every winter Streaks of brown and white Air bubbles that catch a last breath Eye staring up Everything is visible And not at the same time The images bend and twist Ice distorting purifying and consuming all

Thick thighs save lives So I have heard it said Never before have my mighty Thors Been so complimented I have hidden them deep Under denim and cloth Loving the darkness Much more than a moth Not for fear of their look But from wandering…

“A beautiful lady wearing black drapes, As though she’d just visited a funeral; In front of a natural background, She sits majestically, Like a lion its den; Her face so radiant, She attracts moths The perfect example of elegance and class, In a very mysterious…

Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words   Things would have turned differently  Would have crawled after another career Would have homed in a different time zone Would have missed my wife!   Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words  …

Prompt “This too shall pass,”  Time moves on, as it is a matter of time- movement makes changes in weather growth and body life was slow life was less life became fast life was more Man left Paradise life was ease life was at peace…