in the beginning the centre is forever forever begins in the centre where love makes us all in the likeness of itself love wept for gratitude so that water filled spaces love could not reach. the heartbeat followed: resonance of drum beats in…
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prompt 17: remembered to the land
remembered to the land The day I read: “the land remembers you, even when you are lost,” I stopped, lowered the book, and wept for every speck of dirt left behind in places where I left my name, ragged and bleeding, while newly, unfurled leaves…
Prompt 16: it’s all about the chemistry
it’s all about the chemistry hovering around you in twos by twos by twos by twos you stabilise me. all pieces of my shell bonded when we dance together around centres, positively neutral, we stabilise each other so the centre will hold itself and us…
Hour 16, Transition
As though the cells of my body have transitioned to another place, translated into a future me I do not yet recognize, my mind stumbles clumsily behind, aching to be reunited. I float within this space, gathering wool round the edges of my tiny universe,…
The Wind (Poem #16)
Ever so often In the wisp of a moment I hear a faint whisper Ever so often In the mystery of the day I feel a soft touch Ever so often When life seems so down I feel a sudden rush pull me Ever so…
Prompt #16
A long hard road, lay ahead of me. I didn’t know how long it was, I didn’t know when it would end. So I kept walking through the forages cutting past my doubts facing my fears, all the while Dealing with the reality of the…
A Most Excellent Trip
The black and white television screen flashes to a bald man The color of his suit is a bright blue and with a blink of his eye, I fall forward into the glass of my Hennessy colored table Purple and turquoise fog clouds my eyes…
Roadblocks and Detours
Roadblocks and detours and ever winding roads weary feet, disheveled mess where it ends, I hope to know cognizant boycott of roots going down never in life was a I tied to the ground mad nomad wandering this place swirling gypsy feels no disgrace the…
Hour 15, No Big Bang
In the beginning, there was only you, wrapped entirely round each other, melding flesh in sweat soaked bliss, burning fire twisting through crystalline ice, warm and one. The end evolved, no drama nor violence, just a cooling through time of what had burned, a tepid…
Rain (Poem #15)
The thunder rolls The lightning strikes As the rain begins to pour Rivers begin to flow down the streets Flowers become covered with little crystals of rain drops The clouds so dark and gloomy Yet the sun still peeking through to say good morning With…