Prompt eleven – Text Prompt “Extraordinary in Ordinary”- pick an ordinary object and make it extraordinary. You can do it by giving it some special attributes or a different background and story.   The Handkerchief   Almost redundant these days This humble square of cotton…

My pen is more than just a pen It bleeds words from the soul It’s connected to the universe In ways most will never know It holds a spark of the divine It’s more than just a muse At times the words it pours out…

What is love? Just a little kiss even a small tryst a shy, crooked smile.   Sometimes, oft what love is cannot be bought just given.   A special treat clean house, and neat dinner and sweets amour under sheets.   Even a spring walk…

Ode to the Air Conditioner Oh! A/C how I praise thee! Through all these hot summer days I may sometimes hide beneath blankets But you’re here in my debt and my praise I would never make it without you With you, I’ve the strength to…

    A story from old grandma as I reminisce, A hidden path across the lake drawn my eye, She said, beyond the bushes there you’ll see. An old forgotten mystery. A runaway princess was last seen.   Hidden behind a magic spell. Never heard,…

1pm. Poem 11. At the Clinic School On any ordinary day on an ordinary street in our ordinary town third floor of a very ordinary, beige building… a child with no speech squeaks out, “Ooooo” for the first time, another chooses to pick up a…

I’ve never been much for tea parties much to the chagrin of friends. But one and only one time, a tea pot saved my skin. After a long and dreary winter, my depression was quite severe I was given a plain tea pot made of…

I’m just sitting here, watching the day draw to its end. It’s happening sooner and sooner now that September is here. From my window, I see my little half-circle of sunflowers–both real and metallic. There’s also a windmill, a birdfeeder, and an LED light that…

Your binding is loose Your pages yellowed A scribble on the title page From owners past You were there when I was alone And far from home When I needed to get away You offered an escape The many hands that have held you Left…

all of it   tilt your head view this place with soft eyes. see it? it’s the place we began: the womb of our Mother, soft and warm like a sweat lodge door.   are we arriving (ni-maaja*)? or departing (dgoshin)? or returning (bskaabi)?  …