There is a danger when I am home alone and spy a carton of eggs when opening the refrigerator door even moreso if there is also bread in the breadbox and then if a saucepan is clean I can hard-boil some of those eggs while…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Between Worlds
“Between the woods and frozen lake” fire draws me to its glow. The moonless night, still and opaque, bears witness to lay low. There, in the distant trees I hear his voice, deep, rough, and hard. A melody of love and fear has caught me…
(Hour 08) 05.30-06.30am. VISUAL PROMPT: Mancala game
stones in tonight’s house : the boy finds : a Mancala set : wordlessly demands : instruction : i teach him : it doesn’t take long : the beauty of it : & probably the reason : it’s lasted : thousands of years : &…
2022 prompt/hour 7: “Don’t call me inspiring”
2022 prompt/hour 7: “Don’t call me inspiring” People sometimes tell me I’m inspiring People sometimes tell me I’m strong People who stay that are kind People who say that do not understand They seem to think it’s a certain kind of culturally acceptable praise They…
Corn bread and Collar Greens
Corn bread and Collar greens bring back childhood memories. My momma in the kitchen cooking red beans, beef neck bones and rice. There was a special corn bread pan that momma would use. It looked like ears of corn and was as heavy as a…
#9- Candy Store
Little three-year-old All bundled up in warm clothes Toddling down the pavement
Hour Nine – Beetnoon
Hour Nine – Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt Beetnoon Rummaging in my kitchen shelf for some ground black pepper to sprinkle over my omelette I upset the carefully…
Hour 9: the color of aundance
the humble watermelon red and juicy in its plumpness bought in abundance by my father because I was fond of it brings alive his love and warmth, recites my parents’ endearing touch and their wishes of seeing me flourish nurturing and nourishing extravagance…
Hour 9 – Isolation – Image Prompt
Isolation It’s been dawn for days now Day breaking the horizon while Night fades Until the end of time I’m alone out here, in my cabin warm It’s just how I like it And in a week or three or more (I lost the track…
Planning an expedition to Norway by ship
I keep thinking earbuds. Don’t forget the earbuds. And the little book light and the novel. Seventeen issue of The New Yorker. My favorite soft pillow. I keep thinking binoculars. A really good bird book. Chocolate bars from Switzerland. Ginger candy. Our deluxe edition of…