While Anthony Bourdain can be quoted, “I don’t know if bar-b-que is the road to world peace, but it’s a good start.” I would also like to submit pizza as another avenue The combinations of sauce, cheese, and toppings are almost limitless Fine dining…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Chasing or Running
Running through the grass whipping around my face wind howling behind me while the darkness consumes chasing me rounding the curves I cut through the grass even as it is chasing me it is still running
Routine
Violins play from my phone I breathe in time I hate this part of the week but this must be done I disinfect the area ready a second swab if needed Pull the cap from the injection pen and rest it on my thigh…
Temporary Residence
I am living in someone else’s house Decorations meant to soothe but sharp edges cut my consciousness None of this is mine and while I am here I must care for it Doorknobs run on electricity and cameras viewing the outside world I will be…
The One in My Head
Sometimes I hear him at the back of my mind or I hear him in an empty room his hand inhabits mine and guides me to a calmer state I see him in the mirror when I look too quickly and unguarded his eyes…
Running
Running on empty. Running out of time. Always running, rarely resting. Now I’m running out of rhyme.
Nope (24th hour)
Nope, there ain’t no hope. We is not teachin’ hope. Hope is like Saddam’s rope, The one around his throat. Hope is for the Judas Goat, The one that leads to slaughter houses. Why Hope When we can know. Hope requires trust, And…
Childhood Kaleidoscopes
I used to stare through tubes of cardboard and plastic watching fractals and splinters of color remix and reorganize as they turn in my tiny hands and entertained me for hours
Hello Handsome
I hope this is real, handsome man, and not just another cruelty. The darkness I’ve drawn in is so adept at it. I’ve had enough of cruelty in this life. Oh, but haven’t we both? I saw her push you away that day dressed in…
Hour 24 – In which I replace the word “hopes” with the word “feet”
In which I replace the word “hopes” with the word “feet” after Nico Wilkinson My feet move me toward a future I am quite unsure of. But while I ask so much of my feet, with all these dreams of forward motion, they cannot answer….