cool on skin in the dark hours filling me with dreams with life catching in my throat when thought drags me under wave against wave calling the earth dancing in your rythem birds soar leaves glide I breathe    

Prompt 2  —  The Joy of Unseen Things       by Nancy Ann Smith   U rging me to smile; unleashing glee from deep within N oticing the otherwise unexplainable sense of “all is well” S cent of Aunt Leona’s cologne, reminding me of feeling loved E…

When the harbinger of light finds me I feel sleep’s sweet embrace slipping Darkness departs in stirred slumber Trials for a new day greet Slowly stirring consciousness Words form constellations I should have written them down

Coffee! Those brewed beans don’t change things; they charge us, and we make change happen.

coffee with a splash of soy milk just enough to change its color cost $2.37 with 63 cents in change six dimes and three pennies that I scatter throughout my day like the folks who leave kindness rocks hidden in plain sight six dimes and…

Text Prompt: Use one of the following titles as a jumping off point: The Joy of Unseen Things The Dog Island Long Run at Dawn Coffee & Change Image Prompt:

The Ending   A text arrived. “can we meet tonight?” rapidly I replied “Off course, i’d love to” I was madly in Love, therefore blinded with a glowing heart and beaming smile I set off.   “This is my dad” introducing me on my arrival…

I saw the shadow of Icarus on the wall Did he know he was not the first to fall Hubris… pride… arrogance… hardly new concepts He stretched his fingers up high Trying so hard to touch the sky To touch something far beyond his precepts…

    He rides off into the sunset once more A journey filled with some regret A trailblazer, of sorts, that rode shore to shore He thinks back to those that he met The dreamers, the doers, the crazies, the plain The strangers, the divas,…

Words are my medium. And melodies. Color and composition are yours. We’ve always been two sides of a canvas, a piece of paper, Two voices in a song, harmonizing, but after all these years, I’ve learned to see– the way the colors fit, the way…