Paths You take my hand in yours as we roam the city streets I never want to be anywhere else you ask me if I have ever loved anyone at this moment, I know I have I can feel your heartbeat like the sounds of…

I can not run I can not hide I can not go down a children’s slide You can do this and I can do that What I can do, others can not I can race across a hot parking lot Both of your feet would…

Cool freshly wet sand under my feet Not yet too warm sun breaking stained glass blue over Hale’akala, exploring my early face, directing shadows into every crease. Ancient lava rock up over up over Navigating kiawe trees kiawe thorns kiawe thoughts Turning higher sun hot…

And the heart strains against its bonds Step by singular step A gaited pace in brambles whack The blood pressure meeting The rhythm of the unknown Destinations approach and recede behind As an attempt is made goloberally To hide the times when we stood still…

Pulled along, leashed to your expectations. Fast, slow, on course or off, you set the pace. I’ve had enough. I use my weight and dig in the tread of my shoes. Resist. Stop. We stand at an impasse. Each staring at the other. I turn…

Knees trembling Heavy breath Eyes staring As I make my way towards my future On the air, a hint of scented roses As I smile nervously at the crowd of onlookers staring As I pass All friends and family, gathered to witness The start of…

(for hour 6—from music prompt—for Onweald)   Bring Her Home (by the character Nigel Taiman)   Amid the dark of my bower When the dragon form has me However it’s possible I ache more for her return Some part of me Believes she can come…

Through the car window hazed with loss I cleared a spot to see you one more time. You got smaller as we drove away.

Digging weeds in my New Orleans garden deeply rooted interloper cones up with a tank dangling from roots a section of gold chain bracelet, necklace? three years after Hurricane Katrina newly purchased home I was a transplant having come to help with regional revovery It…

— Using the text prompt: walking without the word ‘walking’ —   A stroll through the garden, A hike through the forest; Meandering through lifetimes, beneath nature’s beauty and a chorus. Our souls are porous to the wonders of all that has been seen. And…