What should we do with the body After the vultures have gone Poked, prodded and abandoned Of all dignity shorn. The crematoriums are bursting The pyres have all been lit They fill the graves and rivers Hoping the gods do their bit (Where do the…

Neptune September 1846 The home of possibly an ocean, but likely not A place where a day is only 16 hours but a trip takes 165 years if headed in a ellipse Where diamond rain may be an occurrence Icy crystals in a frozen tundra…

My pen transcends and makes amends it makes comments it makes common sense makes threats makes poems and makes applications it makes graffiti it makes signatures and makes autographs and makes plans and makes plots it makes sentences. My pen, my best friend, my weapon…

I enjoyed this prompt (after initially disliking the thought of it). It was supposed to be about *yourself* but I ended up doing one for each of my 2 main characters. Very satisfying.   Ryan: an abridged Resume the woman : who seems to lead…

The best time in my life Everyday, eight hours wide All my friends are tiny tots Children who thrive in this spot Happy, babbling, funny babies I sometimes think, a little crazy New eyes and ears, laughter, tears Good to cuddle, tickle ears Boys and…

I watch the numbers flip and fly imagining why they need to know. I show the thinkers how to think through fields and rows of things. I take it apart, and re-assemble so that it means something more than just letters and numbers in fields…

People used to tell me to my face that I am a saint. In truth, I am a teacher. A teacher who learned early on to hide lavendar throughout the classroom to counteract farts and puberty sweat smells. Yes, a teacher who learned early on…

My body walks up to yours, your sweet shiny smile welcoming me to our forever The priest coughs into the mic, we stop staring at each other to look at him. Oh lover, we are here and I cannot believe it. Before we stand here…

Stripes Make my eyes Hurt so much Stripes Change the lanes From roads To crosswalks And I Wear striped pants That hurt my eyes As I cross Striped streets With my eyes closed

Love is doing good deeds when no one is watching. It is the absence of your self within your actions. Love is that which all require, but none is willing to acquire. Love is that which all aspire for, yet, dont inspire. Love, the thing…