Great dics of bronze along sandy banks reflecting the light for the holy masses. Let there be light, but in darkness, in night, oil lamps, torches, we’ve always craved light in deepest dark, but the disc remained, bright, small, yet slowly forgotten reflected light.

When I was a kid, we were lucky to have a record player. Vinyl records brought music the people around the world With tones muffled by the static of a needle gathering lint as the table turned. The more they were played the more likely…

I am the forerunner Without me, Your songs are not portable Your music is incomplete Your world is tune deaf I am the one battling for existence Without me You cannot remember old songs You cannot dance to your favourite tunes Your world is dead…

In the corner collecting earth your lonely frame now rests, you no longer shine or sit, in the centre of my desk or place ink upon a page, no one will read the stories we never worked to tell for our technology is weary, and…

His hands shake so badly he can’t tap a smart phone. That didn’t matter until last year. Every college kid I’ve taught in the last ten years writes about their first phone, but this one will be his last. He’s 86 with familial tremens, the…

When you’re not here, I can barely breathe – And that’s the trouble, because: When you’re right beside me, I can barely breathe, Yet, I wish you were all there was. The scent of your hair is intoxicating, The sound of your laugh makes me…

(from prompt 17) By Sandy Lender   Having completed my poem, I set down my pencil… …and it rolled… … … …from the table’s edge … … …to break on the floor…

Those who use the fax Are medieval in outlook Heard of email, chump?

I see His nail-scarred hands the crown upon His head. Why was it He to suffer why not me instead?   He was not of wrongdoing but took the place for me. He bore my sin and sorrow That I could be set free.  …

If I choose to meet the current I am no longer one, alone. Instead, two galaxies mingle drawn by a mounting gravity neither can control. This is inevitable, though I don’t believe in fate. Meet me at my body we are breaking ground put your…