Barricuda cruising on the street Radio blaring Motown beat Streetlights flashing got the speed She’s beside me smoking weed Dancing wiggly on the bucket Slow down baby I say fuck it Wheeling hungry asphalt road Sipping whiskey taste the toad Back seat spanky mutual fun…

A child rode her bike ambitiously. She cannot sleep last night, thinking how fun it would be, to be with her grandmother. A closed gate welcomed her wholeheartedly. She didn’t mind the gate, for she knows, her grandmother is an old woman with parched back….

Standing in the playground, Eyes closed to the sun, Dreaming I’m a superhero; Believing I’m The One. Later, in the mirror, Appalled at what I see; Clumpy, tousled, earth-bound. No one there but me. © Anne McMaster

BROKEN I wanted to figure, out why I hated to cook, so I went back a few years and took a look.     I was young, barely four, but an independent streak, had I. I reveled in a house of love, music, and song.   No foul…

I’ll never forget the night the night I begged you to stay the night I tried to convince you that we were worth staying for that we were better than any drug you could consume I laid myself down on the floor, on my knees…

“On Fridays, we eat fish,” She told me as we’d walked up, chatting, from the Waterside. The train track, routed by the river bend, Arched underneath the city’s second bridge. A towering form (or so we thought so then); Two mighty levels for the traffic…

I read the newspaper today The stories were filled with grief and despair Each one made my heart hurt worse Saddened for the world today So much death and destruction Too much heartache and loss I knew I needed to do something Something to change…

Write a poem about the first person who broke your heart.  The person who broke your heart could be obvious – it could be your first boyfriend or girlfriend, or it could be surprising. It could be a friend, a parent, a child.

A streetlight on a city street Pale circle in the dark Offers haven to one mind, Searching for an absence of shadows, A place from which can come no hidden attack. But to another, The streetlight circle is no haven But a dreadful spotlight The…

HER THIRD EYE She’s a psychic in denial. as everyone knows. She’ll deny her third eye though  brightly it glows.   Along with her aura she will deny that her aura bangs it right out of the sky.   Ask her a question she’ll tell…