I sit in my car at the intersection of Mitchell and Pine Smells of pizza fill the air. Seriously, WTF? On one side of the street pizza by the slice. A buck a slice. I’m so serious I want to swear right now. When school…

Code Talkers IV: A small group of men all huddled in a foxhole making history.   Devising a code to trick the enemies and help save the day.

There are so many things I am hoping you’ll realize as the pages get thinner and thinner – as you not only near the end – but feel it so completely in your soul that this is just another step along a path you have…

Hour Twenty-one – Text Prompt Write a poem that starts and ends with the word running.   Captain Haddock Dunning   Running a tight ship like he was wont to do, Barking command till he was blusterly blue. Poor old Captain Haddock Dunning The men were…

In this flat setting, humans, like letters, stand out. Perspective accounts are being written all throughout the country. Settlements are like punctuation marks where lives collide, like the rivers and mountains, the ancient ink of the Earth. Huge oceans, and an ink-black sea, shroud a multitude…

Running my nose is running My eyes leak and sting My teeth harbour ulcers I cough when I breathe in Shivers track their way down my back Sweat contradicts my skin’s desires I’ve swollen lips My tongue refuses to identify My nostrils flare red Running…

Code Talkers III   Collection Of carefully chosen words to Deceive the Enemy and a secret code   That saved the Army and other militia. Luck was on our side, the code Kept our Enemies guessing this Radicle Set of indigenous words.

Sterilization was the Plan Natasha Romanoff. You know that name, the spy from Marvel.   She saw herself as a monster because she was sterilized.   The question is: Did you know Indigenous females were also sterilized?   The brown skin, black hair, “foreign” language…

Hour Twenty-One Text prompt: “Running” as first word and final word. Running a store was once an aspiration, not interested now. Running programs for kids was fun, maybe not now. Much in the world today is so unnatural. A dispute can become deadly, a misunderstanding…

Running on empty Pre-dawn hollowness A shell of my usual self My words brittle, stilted, halting My emotions devoid of feeling Free-floating angst and anger So great, yet so nebulous. I have no core. My thoughts echo in the vastness as they ricochet between scales…