The prompt this hour is simple: write a poem about an animal. It can be from the animal’s perspective, or from your perspective.

Your words now have an insidious effect on me Tedious arguments breaking my heart Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Coz I know you do not give a damn shit You say “There will be time, there will be time” But deep down in…

my heart walks thee down by the shore our hands barley meet as in the evening we stroll following lines discarded by sea, shells, weeds, broken knees I wonder why, we go so slow, in this lonely hopeless space. the shanty’s stench flows down in…

The universe is infinite. And I am but a speck. So if I tip the scales a bit is there some balance I’ll upset? Or is it possible perhaps that if you gave me half a chance I’d disrupt the status quo and challenge what…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. ~ Love Song of Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot Please don’t speak of love as isolated as can be. How terribly lonely you sound to me! Please don’t speak…

Why sing of love at this hour? When the big hand is at 4 All I desire is my nightly rest I’ve worked and walked all day Yet you stroll in early in the morn’ To sing of your painful suffering She doesn’t care for…

We are almost there! This is the hardest part. But it can also be the most rewarding. I want you to read the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot and use any of the lines, words, or phrases it contains, to write…

  We curve ourselves around you making a nest of our bodies, of our love, our heart beats the lullaby that rocks you to sleep your tiny soft shell covered in pink skin a layer of fat to warm you, to grow you,    

I’ll thank you in advance for this. I appreciate a well-placed kiss. Small kindnesses aren’t small to me. Just be yourself and I’ll be me. With acts that match our loving words. We’ll create a love that doesn’t hurt. We’ll find the joy in every…

Reference to Morning by Billy Collins Why lay in bed in anticipation? The morning has nothing to offer But sweltering anxiety. The humidity is a sweaty sore And the bugs, too many Get up, make your bed, and get going Pick out your brightest clothing…