You are my favorite food group. Thank you for your brewing, brooding ways, your dark deep stirrings, your faithful dry roasted boost. No matter how many lumps I take, no matter how low the day goes, there is always a mermaid mug of Joe….
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
All in the Moving
The will to move. To sweat. To feel the breath of my life Cough forth from my lungs Escapes me, like a fly. In the kitchen I forget The need to feel the strife Of movement as my tongue Tastes fat and sugar for my…
Convergence of Time
(Frosted by Robert’s words) Older now, and tired. I just want to take the quiet road. **hour 13, written off-site and posting late**
Careful: Contents May Have Shifted
(a haibun) My mama always said there are no good moves. Something always gets lost. Something always gets broken. Some last minute much-needed kitchen item winds up in a box marked Bathroom. There isn’t enough packing tape in all the universe for all of…
Careful: Contents May Have Shifted
(a haibun) My mama always says there are no good moves. Something always gets lost. Something always gets broken. Some last minute much-needed kitchen item winds up in a box marked Bathroom. There isn’t enough packing tape in all the universe for all of Granny’s…
hour 15 prompt 15 This chair
I was thinkling of you just now as I sit out front in you wicker chair In this chair I feel your body up against mine, I can see your delicate skin so soft to the touch thoughts of you walking up with such a…
my furry apostrophe
she curls in, possessive of my love – a contraction of sloppy kisses and tender paws. **hour 11 written off-site, just now back at my computer to post
Fifteenth poem
No matter the distance, No matter how long, I will not desert you, I’m here till the end. I’ll give you assistance, I’ll right every wrong. Above all else that’s true, I love my best friend.
Half-Shell
I stood at the ocean, and watched as a seagull dashed a clam against the hard rock. Pecking, pecking, the tireless drone, like the words of denial we spoke, chipping and breaking away our connection, breaking and cracking sharply Crack chip plunk crick. We speak…
Again To Jenn Avelar
Are you still embroiled in tiny scandals? Has love passed you by yet again? Do you have money and a room of your own, or would my Virginia Woolf still be disappointed? When I wrote you that sonnet, I was caught in the same net as…