In my mind I’m stuck Back in a time of monsters With mad gaping maws Creatures, creep-lovers Leap down fiery caverns For lost love or warmth Searching for the lyrical Noise of the ancients Diane Morinich

the midwife’s brow frowned, the labor was not going well the first time mother was holding back instead of pushing through the midwife called for the father in the next room beckoning his violin too wooing him to play his cherished jig; like the swallow-tailed birds…

The childish laughter rolled with the green hills Up and down and they enjoyed the play and thrills Sisters loving the sunshine in the pool of daffodils Running happily through the afternoon as a breeze brought on a chill Bows and laces, smiling faces, showing…

There’s fire ablaze on top of her head Her curls lay dormant around her cheeks Intertwine, deep…rooted las the willow tree The harsh cold winds blow through her flames Revealing her soft spotted face The emeralds in her eyes Shine a light through the mist…

Red for the blood White for pure Blue for integrity Color My World Yellow sun The pink rose The orange sunset The day will close Green for money and wealth Brown for laboring at the belt Color My World with history Color My World with…

#1 SENSATE Hearing colors and Seeing ocean’s salty roar A rookie mistake– Vocabulary Of love transcends black and white Erupting in red Until my brown Eyes cry #2 summertime; the blues wail through humid nights; crickets compete with trumpets Diane Morinich

For this prompt you should listen to The Swallowtail Jig. You can watch the video or not. Personally I prefer to turn the light on my screen down all the way and just listen. But I want you to really focus on the music and…

We lived off Prospect. It was my father’s first house purchase; he and my mother were young marrieds. That house seemed gigantic; I was five. Only through overhearing my mother tell this do I recall having my hair dressed by the neighbors down the street….

Vibrant colors Colors, chosen with care Care given to painting Painting a silly birdbath Birdbath for the garden Garden abundant with colors Colors, patterned hues Hues to help distract me Me from having to wait Wait for news of a baby Baby thoughts in my…

Golden Shovel: “Let us do something grand” from “To the Poem” by Frank O’Hara She refuses to let herself go so she drags us to the park and we all do lunges and squats and make our bodies be something smaller. She jokes, “let’s shrink…