Hour 11; Prompt 11: New York

The air is thick with sound Horns of cabs fighting over fairs Buskers at the corners, plying their talent in trade For a fiver or two The street is warm from the days sun, and the rub of feet Moving almost in unison toward one…

Prompt 13, Hour 13

Write a poem about a physical activity you do all the time. It could be something mundane and chore related, such as brushing your teeth or mowing the lawn, or it could be something you do for fun, or for your health, like running or…

Prompt 12: Our Inner Skeptic

That way, concluded the Interviewer, you can tell if a buyer is a buyer. And, what if he’s not a buyer? This question came from two rows behind me. I had seen the guy changing his tie to one he’d bought in the lobby. The…

“Does it matter? Grace is everywhere.”

When does it?   Some might ask, When “does it matter?” If Grace is here, can pain be here? An essential question regarding infertility, and loss, and cancer. If grace is everywhere, can suffering occur anywhere? anyday?   I am the wrong person to ask,…

Paris

Paris me manque. I write in my book. Dreams of France, past journeys and new adventures. Scanning the pages of words written so long ago. Collected memories of old love made new again. Have I not sought you out again? Looked to you for advice…

12. “And Now..” Introducing Bobby Digital!

“And now…” So when they said today was the funeral of Bobby Digital… I thought it was the multifaceted rapper and not the reggae producer who passed from natural causes. Instantly I was transported to find out about this legendary icon I never knew. His…

Removing the Host – Hour 12 Prompt

If I ask you a question What’s your reply going to be Would you think it through with purpose To answer honestly Or would my very asking Be only for my gain As you make up an answer Without a truthful grain If I’m asking…

ABOVE THE CLOUDS

Hour 12 (Marathon Prompt – Pick a random book from the shelf.  Read the first line and the last line.  Pick one and use every word of that line somewhere in your poem.) The Book:  A Million Little Pieces First Line:  I wake to the…

Such are the minds of sisters

Sixth sense, powerhouse, she’ll tell it to you straight “You are beautiful.” “You are smart.” “You’re not told.” “It’s never too late to start.” Extra Kleenex, extra gloss, extra whatever it is that you need She’s got your back,  whether blood or you picked her…

With you, My Friend, by my side She thought and kept everything aside With you, My Friend, the bond so tight She thought and she could fight With you, My Friend, and all the mess She thought and she felt blessed but, The one she…