She is not lonely. She’s protected.

The 20 little poetry projects this burning mess breath is life small red berries see in the dark the white-hot light of these end-of-days summers filling my mouth with ash.   now all I smell is burning when I worry about the future and I…

  Life is like a bowl of cherries There goes a cow down the road I smell it I see it I hear it I touch it Might be my dinner The stars shout in exultation Jimmy Buffet in Margaritaville I do not touch it…

Swirling Concentric circles, I look down upon my contemplative self lonely? – never serial scripts, scenarios, sequential senses, syntagmatic semantics, seriously slither sideways, sister singer sirens, siting in shared silence sustaining splendent sanctity, strength and love.

Perhaps merely lonely The griefling sought out like Perhaps merely lonely They stole a yellow bike Perhaps merely lonely They hid in a dark alley Perhaps merely lonely They set a monster free Perhaps merely lonely The monster ran amok Perhaps merely lonely And by…

1) Will the weeds rise up to glorious applause from the garden when we are all dead? My mother wants to know from her comfy chair by the window.   2)I swallowed the southern cross It was above the City Library   3)His beard is…

Our breath flows like a wave- a tsunami in some- who breath just a bit too deeply! Inhaling air through every orifice-even the hair!   I practise breathwork on a rock in Georgian Bay. I breathe in deeply-very deeply! And, I do an extended release-releasing…

I don’t really know who I am. I take writing classes and I seem to fit in. I carry my trauma wherever I go. I am in another relationship, afraid to be alone. We love each other within a few months. I have lost myself,…

I quite enjoyed fulfilling (half) the tasks for this prompt. Look forward to editing it [wrestling a fraction more sense from it] post marathon. swish the world is an orange it can be eaten in just three bites acidic nose bitter tasting waxy skinned squelching overripe…

“Give each project at least one line. You should open the poem with the first project, and close it with the last, but otherwise use the projects in whatever order you like. Do all twenty. Let different ones be in different voices. Don’t take things…