Hour Four: Magic Windows

Hour Four: Magic Windows by willjxn on a wall in every room, windows where we look to groom. magic windows to our view— little Miss, and Grandpa too.   magic windows to our view— see the people me and you. see them mimic everything— every…

Prompt #3

Smile wide, shoulders straight, stand tall, hands on your hips, chin high.  gaze low. Walk like you have everything going for you  right here in this moment, All eyes on you. Sit with your legs folded, nod politely, speak only when spoken to, tie your…

Prompt #2

https://au.pinterest.com/pin/416653403004856668/ Prompt #2 Your beauty, broken down nakedness became the garment clothing your skin. You didn’t cower in your shadow you came into the light revealing soul and truth. Vulnerability is your armour now. You stand straight and tall and you refused to succumb to…

Shut up and dance

  shut up and dance!   You, there! You, there, with your belly full of stars: can you see the path, the link, the umbilical cord between you and me made of lightning bugs – yellow flies – pieces of stars shattered by baby Thunderbirds…

Crooked shack on a snowy plain near mountains

More of the same fields rise when driving past. Skim over the ancient junk piles, measures of time and waste from the rural professor, the ubiquitous poverty of ideas about how to clean this abandonment and romance. Romance is not actually happening here or anywhere….

Hour two

Your kiss like sweet sangria— slowly   loosing its red to my tongue.   lingers on my tongue.   my tongue wants more.

Hour one.

Earth— your tongue— flowers bloom   Fire— your body— engulfs me   Water— your kisses— quench my thirst   Wind— your touch— makes me feel

Concerning Expression

Concerning expression What cannot be expressed by taboo cannot be expressed by people in crisp, white suburban houses. What else cannot be expressed is like that which animals and babies cannot express. What exists in ticket lines and ATM transfers. Drug stores and allergy medicine….

Before the End

He is an earthy fool of morning— makes the uphill trek of five leagues and gathers anemones.   He is a fiery child of dusk— arrives in the quietness beyond fatigue and knocks at the door.   She is a flighty girl of night— wears…