Text Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. Image Prompt:

  Amidst inside the hushed night hours A steadfast light glowing, Closed doors shrouded two bars measuring incised as a way Thresholds stays as uphold, those traces mark a way , Mysteries at the back of thrive, Celestial dark sea this night Sentinels stand as…

Doom-scrolling I nightly travel without moving Wishing time away Wishing myself away Wishing me to be any me but ME Doom-scrolling I saw a tiny house in the woods Wishing myself elsewhere In that place, that time, that life That life – that me that…

The Visitors’ Office A full moon hazed by mist Illuminated the night. Sentinel spruce and fir trees Stood to attention along the winding road. An information booth stood between two lanes— More windows than bricks— With its lights competing with the moon for brightness. No…

Along the quiet, Of quite a night…  I see a light in-between, That keeps the two sides of the road alive. Somehow, it seems to nod us to go, Perhaps, a stranger’s “Hello”. It soon becomes clear in a vision, A tiny house all alone….

Inspired after Diana Khoi Nguyen line – The past draped upon us like a cloak   They are hidden They are pain They are words They are lies They are truths They are secrets They are protected They are you Scars    

The Dark Abandon   He lives alone in the dark abandon Dim lights and trees surround An empty shell of a heart in tandem With grief and loss abound He cries at night, although none can hear him No moon, no stars, no sky A…

There’s a cost either way. One road left, another right. One takes you up, the other down. You must choose. For now. Later you can circle back and try the other. If it’s still there. Either way You’ll find beauty, growth, expanse, adventure. Open your…

We made an undulating landscape on the floor after the hard week our bedraggled bodies propped on sofa pillows plates of barely recognized food stuff in varying degrees of consumption two roaming dogs attempting to lick plates clean Around us sharp angles of squares and…

You look so pretty, even unconscious. Your life has been been complicated by choices your own and others you depended upon. I am hoping heaven’s gate looks as welcoming as this image. leading you home with a well lit, clearly marked path. Some of your…