It’s a glitch . . . What a bitch! I cannot believe this… Another deadline, I miss! My PC is a real dick… It makes me sick! I try the iPhone, in case; Eyeing thru the cracked face. They say it’s the best… Yet, they…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Before Darkness
Light shines its brightest Love is at its strongest Breath has reached its peak Crescendo to sun setting Lifelessness
Hour 4 Prompt – Creator
I unlock my thoughts, These black and white letters, In this daily newspaper, That travels more to my mind, I experience a lurch in my stomach, As I board the train to my office, Every man around me, Reminds me of some crime, I rub…
Communication 2.0
The key to understanding Is knowledge of the buttons. Well, not exactly buttons. Touch the screen. Send a message. Words typed with feeling, (Mis)Read with suspicion. It’s how we stay connected. Oh no! Don’t call.
You Healed Me
Once I was a lonely girl By myself in the dark and crazy world No friends, always judged by others I spent my days with just the thoughts in my head Over time, my sanity suffered and more people criticized Phrases like “she’s sick” or…
Itching
One July day Karen and I took a walk in the woods. Summer friends since our days as kindergarteners a decade before, things had changed. Karen had changed. Sister of my best friend David, her tomboy ways with fishing poles and bait, canoes, axes and…
HOUR FOUR: SWAY
It was the spring of the final year When the tiredness in her limbs was unprecedented She could see all the warnings, and though she could hear Instructions were left unimplemented It was the spring of the final year When the best of the city…
A summer love
It was summer when our hearts met, We curved a heart of a promised love, as we sat beneath the shade of a century old maple tree. Our dreams were planned for the next level of our life together but, The autumn wind blew the…
Hour Four: (Shelter) Guys and Dogs
(Shelter) Guys and Dogs He wakes before the sun, dressing in the dark with quiet hands Shoes clutched to chest, he nimbly pads down between the rowed, smudge-faced boys; the babies, toddlers, skinned-kneed kids and finally, breathlessly, past the oldest boys he turns to…
Before Darkness… I paused.
Before Darkness … I once panicked I hesitate. No Stop! It’s time to regulate. The darkness, the dusk unveils a scared time, a time to be ushered in with an open mind. Darkness signals rest, a slowing down of sorts. Not just a time to…