Glancing at a one-day obituary, unmentioned name to nameless successors, last you said you knew I thought of you often, thoughts now are archetypes you grew, fused inside inseparable divine, soft blending maternal melting, thawing out all which came before. Cross pollination at fledgeling time,…

Triumph in your own skin.

My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…

Hour 4  (Epistolary Poem Marathon Prompt: writing a letter/poem to a deceased person) My dear brother Bob: Calling you dear most likely has you giving me a heavenly eye roll…..I would expect nothing less from you my dear, dear brother! Your photo on my desk…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 2am Australian EST Prompt 4: Write an epistolary poem that is a letter from you to someone who has passed and/or someone you have not seen in a long time.   {The Night Sky} I just wanted to…

Recipe For a Perfect Summer Moment   Warm Sun Arnold Palmer Tide & Downy Breeze Wrought Iron Chair Peace & Calm Take all parts and mix equally. All senses will be activated if the breeze along with peace and calm are interspersed intermittently. Then to…

Leave them in awe of your determination. Give them a lesson on your resilience. Teach them to hold space for your presence. Lead them towards an openness that closes the door to perceptions. Hold them gently within the moments you share. Leave them with a…

He is a lovely jailor who loves me in cage of his arm, making me warm. His kiss is a miss that’s why I am piss. my god knows how my cleavage survive without his bite, while I miss that lovely ride craving to be…

Dear Daddy, You still visit in my dreams. I miss you being here, of course. You’d be really old, too. Still, there’s so much I’d like to know. You left so long ago, and I thought I’d remember it all. I do and I don’t….

How can we heal all the hurt in the world? Undo the past and the harms that linger? How can we stop the blaming, shaming, and wagging of the finger? How do we right the wrongs that abound. To create change we’re so desperate to…