Yes, see its in the air Like a jet Hanging without flair Moving but still there Its face is out of sight Tired claws it has hidden This vertical tarmac not needing Closed wings, this is its destination Greasy gas dropping As if with the…

Goodbye my love, and farewell I love you, I really do, I rest easy knowing that’s true But it was not meant to be Our fates took you far from me I love you, I really do, But thanks to time, cruel mistress, I am…

Eliza the Elephant was a strong and personable friend to many but she has one problem. She was forgetful. Being forgetful is not a good trait for elephants. Not only was Eliza ridiculed by many, especially the hyenas, for it, she also struggled in school….

I’ve tried being peaceful and cooing my song. But this shit’s untenable; it’s gone on far too long. So I’m giving up peace and going on the attack. All you privileged white men had best watch your backs! My wingspan is strong and will bring…

Ana laid on the floor and looked into space she did not contest her space she did not whine she has lost her verve   Ana ignored her master cold as a cucumber, she looked the other way she had nothing to say as she…

Hour Ten – Personify an animal. Switch its trait. Example: a disinterested lion, a polite gorilla, an aggressive giraffe…     Holy Snake   She slithered across the floor over the mat, where they sat, folded hands. Palms, which unfolded briefly to touch her, pet…

A bear greeted them gently on their wooded path would they be so kind as to share a cookie or perhaps a half a sandwich. In my head he spoke a proper British accent, but it could have been any polite whisper I suppose, being…

Hour Ten: A Hungry Fox Tonight I had to duck an empty tin can pitched at my head. Can you imagine having someone throw things at you while you tried to get some dinner? I’m sure you’ve heard all names they call me: tricky, sneaky,…

It was three am when the snake appeared. Slithered into my dreams with shining scales and the topaz eyes of a mother. Not my mother. Kind like hers, but with more sorrow and a confidence born from surviving the hurricane. I wondered what memories paint…

How do I describe you Innocently blue Like song and sadness you do swoon Jaded in time They call you black when you’re blue-green Iridescent cerulean-teal sheen A corvid by any other name You and other birds are not the same You and your brethren…