Love returns A vast cold and a somber quiet leave my breath stretched tight. I need air. This night has gone on too long. Darkness over the land feels death-like and ruthless. Softer air revives me. Light gentles its way in. Love returns. *Source: “The…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Thorns…
They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…
Prompt Twelve (12): The Best Way Possible [Hour 12]
The Best Way Possible We begin this journey in the best way possible. At the end, of course! For through the end of wish… Is where manifestation takes place. Thus, your journey is the end… And the beginning of fulfillment! You walk and live in…
Prompt #9: A Writer’s Escape
The cottage sat amongst the trees far off the beaten path. A vacation spot for writers to escape the summer heat. Tucked behind the treeline there was a strange darkness that blanketed the small house even during the day. It was the type of place…
Ciudad Victoria Infancy
When I was younger than my brain can remember, I was embraces by walnut trees, they became my ceiling, so when I was there my breath feel like oil from all that nuts falling, my head chocked with the creepling and echoing sound of the…
Hour 11: Hollywood
Hey Hollywood, way out west golden highway, you hot mess have I missed your glam, your impersonators? glitter like a tranny golden apple? I want to know your drag, your yellow bricks I want to know your bowl, your bright sequins tassels and tiny light…
Twelve Times ‘Til Tuesday
There’s a better place than here, I said. It’s at least twelve times prettier, And it has twelve days in every week. There are twelve rainbows after every storm Instead of, maybe, only three. The hourglasses are twelve hours long, I reminded him, Just like…
IF
If I could reach the land untouched by man and unkissed by human feet If I could touch time and hold it in my hands and turn it back If I could place the world on my shoulders and move the pieces forward as I…
New Life from a Dead End
Spoilers for Blue Sky, right through to the end.
And, Less Obscurely
Like Old Faithful, which I have never visited, I get notifications of new sites to explore via Atlas Obscura, a wondrous travel page for eccentric treasures and places over the world, each one tantalizingly more far away and remote, suggesting a reality outside the realm…