tiny heart beats madly excitedly they’ve given me the instructions which float like strips of rainbow from my jaw – as you proceed they’ll send you more and more to carry be willing you can do it with me are beating thousands and thousands of…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
The dulling of the card sharps
The Wednesday night crowd around the big table center of the brewery beer hall was middle-aged men boisterously playing cards trash-talking howling with delight at winning hands or someone missing a bet, bid the beer, the game was all flowing we were living semi-vicariously two-tables…
Hour 12- Can we choose?
Can we choose to surrender the preconceived assumptions, notions, suggestions to find meaning beyond the shores of language, to break the chain of absolutes, to make words breathe freely from the trapped monotonous semantic and textual worlds to make them spin perch delicately? Can…
(Hour 12) 09.30-10.30am. BOTH PROMPTS: a gathering + photo of several drums
drumming circle another group of those : half humans : burnt by the Pulse : possibly made mad : by the pain : have surrounded our camp : i’m angry at myself : i didn’t even know we were being followed : perhaps the winery…
Packing Away
Packing up a life is not an easy thing to do. You have to clean out every drawer; you may learn things you never knew. The finality of knowing that they aren’t coming back can pierce you like a dagger causing a sudden grief attack….
The Elders
My Elders on my mother side were very close kin. Close enough for me to write this poem about them. As a child we gathered for all types of occasions. Aunt Bertha was the eldest, she would shush us to go away. she’d shout, “go…
Fire Burning
The keep fire of desire burning, refuel it day and night and never let it run out of fire. When there is will there will surely be way. Let your passion grow everyday and keep moving with determination When these are kept in place. be…
He
His name is Freedom but he prefers to be announced as We, Us. He or Him. Please don’t refer to him as them, they or those. He cannot pale any bluer in the face. For centuries no one has told him what to do. His…
Butterflies (Hour 12)
The congregation nod as the pastor “preaches” he decrees death upon women following other people’s husbands “Ride on Sir” Ejiro echoes Now she turns to me gifts me an ear-to-ear grin then points with her gaze “that woman is sleeping with the husband of…
2022 prompt/hour 12: “my hobby can beat up your hobby”
2022 prompt/hour 12: “my hobby can beat up your hobby” Generic questions are offered when meeting most people Generic answers are given back by most too What do you do for a living? Are you married? Do you have kids? Or if not –…