My Billionaire Dad

There is nothing in this world that is beyond me. I am the son of a billionaire dad And as the heir to his empire, the world eats from the palm of my hand   There is nothing in this world that is above me…

Prompt #19: Oh, the Hassle of a Face Mask

In epidemics of yesterday Americans watched as other countries donned a mask to stop the spread of illness. It is a basic concept, Wear a mask to prevent sharing any virus that you may have with others. It all makes sense when someone else is…

Prompt 19 ~ Post # 19 ~ Is There More?

No eye has seen, no ear has heard what God is truly made of. But when we stop, look and listen He’ll explain to us His love.   Oh He’ll reveal the hidden things when you begin to pray. He’ll reveal what you need to…

Hour 19: Siphonophore Apolemia

We are tendrils in the blue ether a hairy water dragon of war behold our enterprising hive mind colonial, attractive to the eye Observe us, we watch you back, in silence Maneuvering, positioning Forget what you think you know and wonder into our domain

Cross Country Child

Hot, sticky tar, harsh sun blooming gold and slicking out sweat from me. My breath gusts in and out, my face is bright, a red exclamation point over red uniform, legs long, burning rubber snaps with leaded feet attached on thin, wobble string knees. Hair…

The Yale Professor

(off of prompt #1) By Sandy Lender   “First of all, it’s self-published,” he denounced lifting warmed brandy to his leather lips. His captured audience twittered obediently while we waited for his second point of derision watching his Adam’s apple bob above his pleated ascot…

Prompt 18 ~ Post # 18 ~ Christmas Blessing

Twas the night before Christmas and all through St. Joes. The patients were sleeping with hall lights aglow.   Medication were given and rounds were all done. All patients were counted each and every one.   Patients were all snuggled with clean sheets on their…

Hour 19: Childrens’ New Year

The kids catch the tail-end of the holiday films While parents tidy away the odds and ends, choose their best jeans and fix their hair. The new toys are now up in the bedrooms. A pink glow from the tree shines on for the new…

Poem 6, Prompt 18

Jack and I, we hit the road We took a trip by van We trundled up the highway Seeking seawater and sand It took three days to get there Spending nights in one-horse towns Singing shanties by the fire Filling silence up with sound Destination…

Native Tongue

 My native language is love It can be conveyed with or without words The dialects are constantly evolving, but the core meanings are universal Many speak it but don’t truly understand it It is a language where listening is often more important than speaking Where…