Purple eggs laid on large fern leaves Sunlight dapples across their shells Tiny wings of gossamer gold Emerge just right, just when they’re told When the sun is high and the sky is blue Little fairies chip through Fragile shells of porcelain Broken through by…

A Promise & a Friend   When death owes you a kindness,  he will do it without blinking.  He will look into your eyes and  thank you with genuine earnest for the pleasure.  Death asks only  that you pay it forward and hopes you wear…

My handsome invisible baby boy I’d be proud to call you “my son” If you were indeed mine, you would bring me such joy From the moment your life had begun I would raise you with guidance and a loving heart And teach you to…

So, my twins live in this nice big tank here in the kitchen. Johnny and Suzi. This is where everythin that’s anythin happens. They’re happiest right here in the kitchen in their tank. When we brought ’em home after they’s born all they did was…

I have two happy little boys Who keep me wild and free They lead me into forests For the toadstools to see. One is thin and grubby His hair black and slick The other is all smiles Though he looks like a stick. They love…

Little people running around, Chasing each other shrieking. Remember being that little, Remember the world revolving around you? Big hopes in their little minds, Imaginations vast but small at the same time. A little universe around each of them, The planets and moons forming halos….

  I was thinking of the rainbow children added to the old earth when the moon shines on them somewhere under the citrus tree, singing of joy. They sing in a way similar to the old earth, when with a broken identity they chose to…

Stretchy sunken skeletal feet, grey scratch the carpet where now she lay dripping, drooping fingers down touched the gun without sound it grasped the bullet from deep inside now she wakes not dead live.   – Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21

(for hour 14—imaginary children prompt for Onweald)   Sinder, Rohf, and Cahla   They play so well together A trio Held together by a triangle of connection Sinder, the adopted dragon child, the oldest and least coordinated for a household with so many walls and…

They fell in love. As with all good fiction they fell in love at first sight. It was the purest love with all the vengeance and spite hell could muster. A love of hate and wrath and evil deeds; but boundless, indescribable love nonetheless. Each…