On top of the plastic viking hat The one with horns That sits over the newton’s cradle On top of the antique roll desk Is a gold tinsel tiara Child size – magical It’s a good thing I have a small head

WHAT IS LOVE? (In homage to Adrian Henri) Love is burning the blueberry pies Love is a uniform seen by blue eyes Love is not having to worry about your size Love is   Love is linking lighting to an amateur stage Love is the…

Right there on the chair Flowers that must have been for me. An orchid corsage atop a box. Inside, a white dress – my size. His jacket draped over the chair and a seat cushion from an airplane. I waited by the window, where was…

You Tell Me You tell me you love me, but you really mean you need me to know you are lovable, have purpose, or a host of proofs you did not get before we met. Others tell me they love me, but really mean they…

It’s said his lips are stained With beet juice he drinks every morning So smart in his jacket and tie The heartthrob of his own imagination In the heart and heads  Of so many lies a tremor Fear of his selfish devastation Turn on the…

“Extraordinary in Ordinary”- pick an ordinary object and make it extraordinary. You can do it by giving it some special attributes or a different background and story. I… Am a fan of rocks. Most every kind has something unique about it Take a river stone,…

Walking through a portal Into another world, Into another realm A different time A time where humanity thrives I’d love to see what lies on the other side Of this beautiful portal That promises a fresh start Growth, change And perhaps for humanity… …A new…

Prompt eleven – Text Prompt “Extraordinary in Ordinary”- pick an ordinary object and make it extraordinary. You can do it by giving it some special attributes or a different background and story.   The Handkerchief   Almost redundant these days This humble square of cotton…

Coffee cup, what do you think of your creation?   You could be anything Your amorphous design Built to be held and admired Molded by dreamers, to hold dreams    Coffee cup, will you ever tire  of your own variety?   The fluttering wakefulness of…