Home haunted a whisper wafts against skin tendrils of white, within a scent mirrors death, old shivering begins in mold a flash, something dark lay beyond something brittle and twisted, lurks on deeper, a feeling of fear hangs alone, the heart triple bangs dread, it’s…

….and then she found an old traditional recipe by her foremothers, forwarding it to her future self…   Ingredients   1 cup of inner anguish, neatly chopped. A selection of treasured recollections from happier times. There are several pinches of silent ideas that want to…

I run across an abandoned place, On a signed erased by rain across the road. The house stand still despite it aged, The squeaking sounds and random cracks Breaks the silence. The old house speaks its language. It tells a story of an orhpanage On…

Hour Eighteen – Text Prompt Write a poem about a haunting, real, or imagined, detailed or abstract. Image Prompt – Ravens and Crows   You always know, when you see a crow Of the powers that they own For those who die, are unable to…

Lost in Oblivion This digital age has become an undoing Of communication and of common sense Whole words whittled down to mete fragments of lingo And at youthful minds own expense The kids of today have lost their direction Eyes deeply buried into their phones…

Sounds of laughter come out through my voice. They are not always my own. My silvery hair seems to hang in such a way That our resemblance is uncanny. I’ve felt her presence Since she’s been gone. I’ve seen it my entire life. Others notice…

8pm. Poem 18 Fireghosts They will stay. Their smoke will scent freshly painted buildings their footprints will sink into the sand where no one else has been their sighs will sing out at sunset. They will gather under her. They gather there now under and…

Text Prompt Write a poem about a haunting, real or imagined, detailed or abstract. Image Prompt

Kaleidoscope shines A world rainbow bright Lovely, happy light Evening’s a sight In sunset, refracted Diamonds bow in reverence, impacted Over its fractal beauty Shining o’er hill, faceted lakes Covered in color, no shadows we make Our skies, all aglitter People, all blinged Earth a…