Every day, I try to take at least ten thousand steps. Every hour, when I’m writing, I get up from my hard chair, measure time with the clock and the laps through the great room, down the long hall, and back again. The scientist in…

Knees trembling Heavy breath Eyes staring As I make my way towards my future On the air, a hint of scented roses As I smile nervously at the crowd of onlookers staring As I pass All friends and family, gathered to witness The start of…

the labryinth sends the invitation the pilgrim accepts first a circling of steps around the perimeter a sacred container of this traveled life then a bow at the entrance before the one woman parade to the center this peregrination requires a heartbeat for its stride…

  It was the sixth hour Rain did pour— As my mind scoured Through old folk—lore   The clock’s hand began to rotate As my eyes fixed to gaze Synchronized with the hand of fate I swear— its only existence was that to amaze  …

7071 – A message   In 7071, a young couple moved to a new home. Exploring the backyard it was obvious it needed, Care and attention to relive its former blossom. They started digging at the back fence, Breaking ground and a few feet down,…

Text Prompt Write a poem about walking without ever using the world walking in it. Or Listen to the song at the link and write with it playing, or after it has played. Second prompt contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi. Image Prompt

Death came knocking last night, sat beside me All scythe and cloak and darkness Myself wading through existence Swimming, even, adrift perhaps Struggling to accept beauty for some time I viewed him with curiosity And maybe a little bit of contempt “You took my Makaze…

We finally met And the sky turned pink Butterflies all around And in my stomach too! The downpour from the sky above And rolling out of my eyes too It’s okay to cry! For the sky is doing that too! We sat there for a…

Dreaming of a Time Capsule   I would like to find a window to the past, a capsule of evidences of the joys and sorrows, the ordinary and extraordinary days on this plot of land, part of the Western Reserve Firelands of Northern Ohio. We…

But that’s what imperfection gives me. And lately, the weather has been unfair to me than the mosquitoes in my room. Shocking, how my body rejects what it once accepted. This I called a reminder that I am still here, in the old world, that…