Under the late June sun, she sits in the cold water, fish nibble on her toes. Sea shells surround her. She stares up at the sky; clouds shaped like fathers and daughters float along. Ten years have gone and her dad hasn’t come back. Life…

The season of COVID-19, came upon us slowly, from China Slowly, as it moved around the globe We watched in silent horror We saw the death and devastation Still, we were unprepared. During the season of COVID-19, we shut ourselves away and hoped we were…

The season of departures Was not predicted Nor announced On lit up boards Or sheets of paper. It came uncalled for, Uninvited, undesired. And soon it was So hard to breathe Through the ashes of memory.

Oh how splendid would it be Just imagine a season of books! Yes, books… Blooming like flowers on roadside Or a meadow full of them Falling from trees like autumn leaves Or dew on a wintery morning. Books… Of all kinds too And genres! Can’t…

Recipe for Disaster: Stress Overthink Worst Case Scenarios Psych Yourself Out Manifestation   Sprinkle a little stressing out over the situation you’re faced with. Make sure to add around 4 cups of overthinking in addition to the stress, and marinate the situation with both for…

Following Hour 7’s Prompt (2020) ”Season of the Dream” by H.J ©️   The winds of change are brewing – Trading out Fall’s leaves for Summer’s dew; but playing roulette with a virus or two! Summer’s dream is not how it seems; But delays don’t…

The corners of my mouth lift slightly, long before my eyes sense the dance of daybreak. Sweet voices on my windowsill. Younger ones reply, eagerly awaiting something squirmy Ground beans releasing their nutty aroma Hiss and gurgle into the pot beneath Bacon spitting at potatoes…

Start fresh, sun through windows, bright or clouded, it doesn’t matter. Coffee burbles into the pot. Its acrid scent, an empty page, and a purring cat on the table are enough. Not quite silent. Through the open door, wind rattles limbs, sings through the leaves,…

Lightshine moisture rock, air full with petricor, a linked birdsong which reminds of Thra and any tepetl, the softly tune of tiring tires going from the road, grateful tears about leaves in trees, dried out for summer pending love in a tangling knot not embrace…

Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…