15. Flying the Friendly Skies

Air travel is not what it used to be. You’re lucky if you get water or space to move your head. I think my jaw has not ever been the same since a long expired Spirit flight. This is no Air Jamaica Champagne of the…

Sailing Home

the salt breeze blowing through my hair mountains in silhouette at sunset and you.

Poem 15 | {Gravity}

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 1 pm 28/06 Australian EST Prompt 15: There are very few poems about air travel, even though there are a lot about driving, train travel, and subway commuting. Your prompt this hour is to write a poem about…

Held High

Never had a backseat memory with you, No nostalgic leap to american adolescence, You know I always would, desert star skies we never shared The only notch left to make is to connect far off, Darkly splendid catacombs call to the Seine’s banks, A million…

By The Wndow

The passengers all look so grand They all look good this I have found All different shapes in different colors All smart-looking from different shores Then come the ladies all poised and pretty all smiles, accommodating oh all so friendly They don’t seem to know…

Missed Flight

No one ever booked a flight with the aim to miss it Often passengers miss it Due to oversleeping, traffic delay and misplaced ticket   The taxi driver came to me late Reason for making it late to the airport   In a far-away country,…

HANSEL & GRETEL MEET LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

Hour 15 (a prompt from Write The Story book.  Mash up two classic fairy tales.  I’m starting to get a little punchy)   HANSEL AND GRETEL MEET LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD   She headed out with her basket of goodies and treats Some things for…

Grown

A cliche thrown out last night, ‘she has grown on me’, passive receptive of this botanical feat, corpse like feat feeding future flora inside, probing subtle roots talking of painful past now fixed, covering around my shielded fig exterior, barrier formed to a life I…

The Land Is The Mother We Need

I have always thought of nature as a mother A mother who loves like no other Someone who caresses when her child is weak and plants a kiss in every cheek The flora and fauna will always be our “go to” friend who willingly extends…

THANK YOU VOLUNTEERS

Hour 14 (a haiku)   THANK YOU VOLUNTEERS   Awesome volunteers Giving their talent and time We reap their kindness

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