I’ve never been to the Azores but they beckon me. Small, gracious, resplendent, Atlantic archipelago, fiercely independent, tiny islands of breath-taking hydrangea-bordering, green meadow, mountain lacunae, cloud-filled, like hookah puffs adrift, I breathe your lyrical language in my sleep, ever since your letter, 38 years…

I stretch my spirit into blue, catching the breeze, l let my self fall and drift, with its breath. There are some moments we move as one the flow, the dip, the trust, in fine bone and feather, tracing invisible stories over and through sunrise…

Blue skies shine bright White wispy clouds smile A summer delight If only awhile White wispy clouds smile Over specks of sandy shells If only awhile Playing in the turquoise swells Over specks of sandy shells Dancing my cares away Playing in the turquoise swells…

I feel it drumming in my bones, ice water pulsing deep, I need to go there, the place of ice and snow, deep hot springs, drums, pulsing, pounding, deep forests and woodsmoke.   And I crave for the life of old, my people now gone,…

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

There’s A Place The land is green As far as one can see. High upon a hill He stands almost still. Behind the handsome loving one Lit by the shining sun … Is my castle true, Red brick and lavender blue. It’s a storybook home,…

(a warrior’s song for Onweald, part of the fantasy series I have in publication; this is a combo of two prompts, the pictures from earlier (I think prompt #5) and prompt #11 for a fictional place) By Sandy Lender     When burning fog of…

Dreaming of you, in technicolor hue – Beaming with the peace of today’s Freedom. Reborn once again, out from Ashes, of Hellfire’s spread. Australia – You’ve lead, Me toward the end, of my strain. Your accessible shores, Beckon with a Siren’s call that warns, of…

It was a sunny winter day the day that the pandemic hit home. The day the economy shut down. The day that government closed. The Wall street floor emptied onto the streets of New York, Not to return for months. Stores, amusement parks, beaches, and…

The shadow on the moon goes left to right left to right, tiptoeing day and night The radiance of the moon goes left to right night after night after night after night does the light follow the darkness or does the darkness follow the light…