Text Prompt The earth is actually flat, you look over the edge and what do you see? Describe it. Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form a flat-earther. Image Prompt photo by Y S

To the police he tolda rambling story of havingbeen out drinking with awoman andhow, in puttingon her hat, she accidentally jabbed himwith the pin.At the post mortem examinationat the hospital yesterday afternoon it was found thatthe broken point of thehat pin wasimbedded four and three-quarters…

Poem #5 | Meet me in the Grave   Like the sin of humans, One could be right to say, ”it has been caused from the onset!.” Without the knowledge of the “WHOs.” involved.   The Sherif had asked “has anyone entered since he arrived…

In the depths of darkness You vanished, l lost your smile It had serstained me When l was lonely I remember your hair, our dreams Hand written notes under my door Ink stained hands curled together Giggling Vanished Never to return Never forgiven Never found…

MY NEW FRIEND Suddenly I saw flashes of light I thought the heavens have now descended on earth My laptop started beeping Crazy signals and funny codes light up its screen A strange page opens Asking me to write what’s in my mind I asked…

Prompt for Hour Five Text Prompt: Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.   So Close   ‘Oi, Oi, what do we have here,’ Deep breathy voice…

7am Poem 5. Crimes, etc… (a four stanza tanka plus one syllable) Your crime was lying. Mine was believing in you. Both more sins than crimes if I believed sins exist. If I believed in an us. Your crime was vodka. Mine was hiding from…

Summer sun on the side of the slope Frames the scene Pleasant, soft, bucolic The soft susurration of the grasses Lulling a sense of security,albeit false, in the police who waited As the divers dragged the depths of the dam Depositing the decomposing dead on…

A Crime of Passion (or Not) Shards of glass, strewn everywhere, scattered beneath the moonlit sky Brown footprints appear to dot the windowsill – a clear sign of forced entry perhaps Inside, chaos ensues Tossed memories, loose leaf dreams, lots of questions The glass appears…

How did so much come to nothing Leaving just an empty space When everything was over And there were no truths left to face Just aching walls of silence With a window to the past Highlights where it all went wrong And where we tried…